My kitty Puff died earlier this week. Even though she was in a miserable and decrepid state, it still makes me sad. Although in her youth she wasn’t overly friendly with people other than me, she had recently become overly in need of physical affection and often times Jaylee and Emma were the best sources of this attention. Whenever they would go to mom and dad’s to play, Puff would always manage to position herself right in the middle of the action.

I was in 2nd grade when we got Puff (and her brother Fluff who died a couple years ago) and she was always the more active of the two. She would routinely catch mice or squirrels and leave the carcass at our back door. Occasionally if we were lucky she would leave only a severed head as an offering.

I like to believe that I was Puff’s favorite person because I was the only person she would get under the covers and snuggle up with. She even slept on my bed when I was away at college. Here are a few photos in memory of my old friend Puff:

Puff used to eat breakfast with me.

She also liked to help me use the computer.

Puff also enjoyed traveling the world with me.