In Loving Memorial of Our Cat

Our cat came to us from a coworker who was moving up North. She said one of her kids developed an allergy to cats. His name was Crookshanks. We called him Crookie. We also referred to him as The Princeton Cat, because he seemed like a gentleman scholar.

He was a sociable fellow. He liked to start the day with many loud meows and a hearty breakfast of dry food. He always wanted to be near his people, and often would jump on the love seat when 2 or 3 of us were watching TV. He loved to sit in my lap while I was meditating.

His main interests were napping and eating. He liked to talk and ocassionally to startle people with his strange singing style, called bargeling. He was a mild-mannered gentleman, but sometimes acted like a tiger. Even though he had no claws he did hunt and catch several lizards who somehow wandered inside the house. He did like to venture outside and chew grass once in a while.

His other hobby was kneading the dough, which he often practiced on blankets and pillows.

He was a handsome cat, with big, round, green eyes. He was a sweet, soft, mild furball and will be missed by his people.

Good night, Crookie. Thanks for the smiles and winks!