At 12:45 this afternoon, I said goodbye to my sweet Moses — another (like all of my cats) foster fail. I could never let them go.
Fourteen years ago, he was rescued as a very young kitten, found among the tall reeds in a pond. I don’t know if he was in a basket, but someone clever named him Moses anyway.
He was the first one to dive into every Christmas tree and occupy every spot in the house that would normally be deemed too small for a cat. “If if fits, I sits,” he would probably say.
He was loving and full of personality and expected unending scritches and pets from everyone. I’ll miss you, buddy. I hope I gave you a good life. I know you gave me one.
DEARMAIZIE 
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