Midnight the Cat was my best friend.
He loved popcorn, sleeping in the sunshine, and curling up in laps. He had an enormous appetite, a big body, and a tiny meow.
He was picky–he once went on a hunger strike rather than eating low-fat food–and set in his ways. But maybe the nice way to think about it is that he was discerning and reliable. In his old age, he was a tolerant big brother to and role model to two kittens. He was also a role model to me.
My wife, my human and feline children, and I miss him.
