Wednesday, June 24, 2015


Moon came to us from an upstate barn over 18 years ago, and passed away last night. She was all barn kitten, all the way to the end. She would administer pin-prick bites to us regularly to show affection – and to show us precisely who was in charge. She was truly beautiful; some sort of Maine Coon and, well, barn. Affectionate when it counted. Demanding when warranted. Grateful – really – a grateful cat. We shall miss her. We are now empty nesters for the fist time in our twenty years together. It’s quiet. Really quiet.

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