Missing Blizzard
Today we put our long time cat down to rest. Blizzard was 16 years old, 85ish in cat years. While he’s had a good long life, beginning with us when he was only a few weeks old, it still seems like we should have more time with him. Stephanie and I found an ad for a white kitten with blue eyes that was just a couple weeks old on the bulletin board at our apartment complex where we first lived together. When we visited his owner at the time, he seem anxious and ready to leave the environment. Their young toddler thought that the kitten was more of a baseball than a kitten. Steph reached to pick him up and he scaled up her shirt like a fugitive desperate for freedom. We took him home and started a new life with him. Blizzard was a fiesty cat who was very independent. He sometimes would let you pet his belly, but would then “attack” your hand with his claws and teeth in the next second. As he aged, he settled more. He was a very affectionate cat who developed a routine of laying around the