Frisky, my very first cat (who I picked out, not my parents), passed away today at the ripe old age of 19. I’ll be throwing together a memorial blog post with more pictures later on tonight. Stay tuned if you care to see a super-cute photo of this cat squeezing himself into a Barbie tent.
In the meantime, here’s a picture of him with my mom, who has been taking care of him ever since I left for college.
RIP Frisky. You had a full and happy life, but I’ll still miss you.