Thread by @dburbach

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