Brody was a Russian gray with big green eyes with big dilated pupils. He was muscular and very heavy. He was beautiful. He was passionate and a loud purrer. He was mischievous; he could run up the stairs very fast and then get stuck under the bed: the behind couldn’t make it so low. So I laughed at him and he jumped on the bed making himself very flat. No idea what it meant but it was crazy funny. He was a love and the last day of his existence, even so tired he was still going to the litter box; the last time he laid down in it too tired to get out. I miss him so much.
Because life is better with a cat on your lap!