…said the excited 11 year old Patrick. I said, “If you guys want the little black one, you pay the adoption fee.” And so it happened. The “little black one”, named Mindy (short for Midnight) by a very proud, 8 year old Phillip, was ours.
Mindy died today. We became her humans 8 years ago last week. Her kidneys failed. Again. This time for good.
She leaves behind, Katrina Greycat, Tintin, and Matty Cat (her mentor and best friend). And us.