Rest In Peace, GOTTA

Born: unknown, 1983
Died: December 19, 1996
He shared my life for almost 14 years.
He loved tender vittles, macaroni and cheese, catnip mice, waterbugs, chewing up toilet paper and sticking his whiskers up my nose.

He knew when people were talking about him.

If I scratched his neck just right, he would hug my arm tightly with his front paws and sigh.

Expensive toys did not enthrall Gotta. He preferred to shred plastic bugs and shoes.

Here he is with Aunt Weezie.

He liked to hover over people or jump on top of them.

Favorite spot: sitting on anything important

I miss him.