Punkin 1996-2014

I had a girlfriend who once commented on our compatibility by invoking the Garfield the Cat (she) vs. Odie (me) metaphor.  She was right about a lot of things, but not that.  It turns out that cats and I get along just fine.

Punkin came to us in about 1996.  I am sure that it was the night before Halloween.  She was a tiny, wet, sadly bedraggled kitten and was just laying in the street outside our home.  I scooped her up and brought her in after everyone else had gone to bed.   I proceeded to clean her up and made a late night trip to a store to get essentials and a warm blanket for a cardboard box.  Karen discovered that we had a guest the next morning and called me at work.  "So, we have a cat now?" she said, amused.  That was the beginning of our 18 year love affair with our princess.  She followed us - especially me - everywhere.  She would even wait for me outside the shower every morning.  While she was unarguably attached to me, she was a constant source of affection for all of us.  We will miss you, Punkin.  A lot.