I had to say goodbye to another beloved pet today, my cat, Kit. He was named after Kit Walker, the Phantom, because of the ghostly white markings on his legs. He was a shoulder cat, would ride everywhere around the house on my shoulders. And he had the tiniest, breathiest meow I've ever heard on a cat. He would come running and squawk at me whenever I put dishes away, it was the funniest thing. He loved food in general and always had to have his canned food every morning, but marshmallows were the one thing he went completely nuts for. He would do anything to get one.
(Max and Kit, Max wondering why the cat was trying to sleep against him and hoping he would go away.)
