Goodbye, Dear Friend
Personable P. Catrocks. 1986-2005.
Known as Percy to all around him, Personable P. Catrocks light up the lives of those who knew and loved him. And some people who didn't like him, although there weren't many of those.
From birth to death, Percy was the love of my life. Yes, I said it. The love of my life, at least in cat form. From your kitten-ways of fending off your littermates for my attention, to biting the bridge of my nose early on Saturday morning for some sweet, sweet pettin', the curling up under the blankets with me on the cool nights, to the fact you'd (oh so annoyingly at times) decide my back was the perfect placed to lay down for a while, regardless of what I was doing, or if I was standing, you were a joy.
Not many other cats will curl up under a 10 year olds shirt so she can scare the piss out of her parents saying she's pregnant. Then wiggling oh-so-convincingly.
From your loud, rumbly purr, to the clawing me out of happiness, you will be missed.
I love you, Percy, and I hope you feel better where you are now.