Just got word that my cat Hobbes has died. She was perfectly healthy up until two days ago, when she went into kidney failure. Her sister Kzin died back in August. Both times while I was away. In her youth Hobbes was the proverbial fraidy-cat, spooked by loud noises, and she spent a lot of time hiding in the farthest reaches of the basement, where a small gap afforded her vantage of a narrow stretch of backyard, but in recent years she’d become extremely friendly, following me from room to room and clambering up on my hip and purring constantly. I’ll miss her terribly. For basically the first time in my life I’m without a cat.
Condolences.