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.
