Our cat had to be put to sleep Saturday. We are very sad. As Heidi put it, she’s had him since she was 18 (it was actually 19 but I won’t correct her failing memory). We always called him Friskie (even though for half of his life he was incredibly overweight and anything but frisky), but I always figured had we given him a full name it would have been Friskance Bartholomeow Borgh.

Anyway, he was sick for literally the last half of his life (from 2000 on) but he always managed to get by. Friday he just couldn’t do it anymore, and we let him go Saturday.

I am pretty sure he was the only one between the two of us that actually enjoyed the 10ish hours I put into Grandia on the PlayStation. He would sit on the couch with me while I played it back in 2000. It probably helped that he couldn’t read and thus wasn’t insulted by the utterly childish storyline. He also enjoyed Bride of the Re-Animator.

RIP good friend. We miss you.