He was a good cat, even if he would sleep in my dresser drawer on occassion:
When I was at my parent's house last weekend, I gave him a hug, told him I loved him and not to die. Apparently, he had other plans. He lived a good life though, and that makes me happy.So long, good buddy. I hope wherever you are now if full of cans of tuna, comfy green ottomans, and lots of sunny concrete to sun yourself on.
