16 years ago, we saw an ad in the newspaper for the Wake County SPCA. In it, there was a black cat that looked like he would live up to his name, Mischief. We took a trip to to the SPCA to look at him and it was love at first sight. I convinced my dad to get him.
He started living up to his name right away. Not long after we got him, my mother had punished him for chewing a cable. He was perched on a recliner in my parents' rec room and waited for her to walk by and jumped on her back.
When I got married in 2000 and moved into my own home, I brought him with me. Over the years he would be a mischievous and moody sweetheart.
I am sad to report that my poor kitty died yesterday. While I knew that it was inevitable and would probably happen in the near future, I still cannot believe that he is gone.
I will miss my moody old man.
