Sad News: Our cat Alexander had been struggling with lymphoma this summer, and a few days ago we lost him.
He was 15. He was an excellent cat.
He was my buddy.
Alexander adopted me -- not the other way around -- on 9/30/2006, when I lived in Leavenworth, KS, as described in an email I sent a friend the next day. Within an hour of wandering in he was napping, warily, in my living room. A few weeks later he owned the place.
Alexander would want to be remembered for being a ferocious outdoor hunter.... but despite short adventures out on a leash that skinny alley cat became a pudgy snuggly housecat -- if often disgruntled by his human minions' failings -- with an unforgettable mustache
The last couple of months were tough, and I was never sure whether to tweet about his illness. He did pretty well with treatment until taking a sharp turn down the last week, and had been in excellent health for an old cat until this summer, so he had a great run.
Thanks so much to everyone who appreciated him online.
RIP, my buddy.
looking at old 2006 emails and my wife and I had to laugh at this a week after Alexander moved in... 14 years later still dug the litter into a pile up and out the door, then shoved in any loose items w/in reach
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