This morning one of my older black cats had to be put to sleep.
Roswell was an unusual cat. He looked like a tiny spider when my husband, MJ, found him in a shopping cart at Walmart and brought him home.When he was 4 months old he survived a black widow bite, but he was never quite same afterward. Ros was a loner and made nice on his terms.
He was loved by one of my black and white females named Pixie. He had no clue what she wanted, but seemed to like to sit with her. Poor Pixie, she's searching the house for him now. I wish I could tell her what happened. He never liked to get his picture taken so I can't share how handsome he was with you.
Ros said "Hello" to me one morning and was able to steal the lids off full 2 liter bottles of soda with out using his teeth or spilling a drop of soda. He had mastered the house vortex and seemed to appear and disappear at will.
I will miss you Roswell and I'll do my best to comfort Pixie.
All my love.