Taylor
Taylor

Pensive Cat
Taylor attempting to look thoughtful

One Happy Kitty
Taylor, lounging in her bed

Cat Napping (trying to)
Taylor finding the sun

Taylor
Taylor checking out the camera…

Taylor Yawns
Big cat yawn!

Shy Taylor
Taylor all racked out

Just file under “c” for cat/crazy
Taylor just climbs in empty file cabinet.

Taylor Controls the Window
Taylor in bed

Taylor and Mouse
Ah, her current hot toy…

Taylor – happy kitty
We survived the blizzard of 2/2011 – Happy Kat!

You lookin’ at me?
Taylor chilling in her bed; rough being a cat

Sure, “only the good die young.”

Whatever.

We had to put down our 15-year-old cat today. (14 years old? Hard to say, we adopted her – and our other cat – when they were no longer kittens.) Not an easy decision, not made any easier when her last day was “a good day.”

Sparing the details, it got to the point where Taylor was not herself – and not like an average cat. Something serious was amiss. Hate doing it, but it had to be done.

For a cat, 14-15 years – that’s a long existence – and we can spin all the good but still…

Sucks. We do and will miss Taylor. She had a plethora of, well, idiosyncrasies – good and bad – that gave her quite the personality.

Our other cat – Koko – is more your typical “Kat”: Yeah, leave a message and I’ll get back to you whenever. Or mebbe never…

But Taylor was more social, more in-your-face, more demanding of attention/food/treats. Again, good and bad – but after she’s gone, even the “bad” (mainly “annoying”) are remembered fondly. That’s human nature.

And, for your viewing pleasure, some pics of Taylor over the years (the one on the top is the oldest, shortly after we got her). Click for larger images.