Stanton

Sad news. One of my cats – a tabby named Stanton – died early this morning. I don’t need to share the details, instead I want to eulogies Stan.

Stan was a great cat. Stoic and aloof, he had his spirited side as well. He was never mean, even when kicking Unions ass. Stan was American through and through. He like his big house, his walk-in closet, and eating the same food that he knew. Stan’s heaven is a town house in Raleigh with three floors worth of carpeting to scratch, room for two letterboxes, and a sun-drenched living room. I will always remember Stan laying spread eagle under the ceiling fan showing off his big, blond belly.