My brother's cat, Calabash, aka Cali, died Friday morning.  Bro adopted him from a shelter when Cali was 9 or 10 years old... His name was Popcorn, since his purr sounded like popcorn popping, but bro changed it. (Cali would get mad if you called him Popcorn, btw. lol)

 

Since my brother lives in Maryland and began working all the time as a white water river guide, he left Cali to live with dad.  Cali loved his soft Fancy Feast, being brushed, and going outside to roll in the catnip.  He was one of the sweetest cats I've ever met, and he will be missed...

 

I found him stretched comfortably out on a stair, with his head turned to show his chin - like my mom had been scratching his chin as he died.  She'll enjoy having him on her lap again...  although, Cali used to not like it when he would be on my mom's lap and Bug would bully him back to lie at her feet.  I guess mom'll just have to let them take turns now. lol 

 

Goodbye, my sweetheart.  Almost 19 years is old for a cat...  I love you, Cali...

 

Out in the catnip on a beautiful day...

 

  Outside on the sidewalk...

 

Cali loved to go outside to roll around on the sidewalk.  You just had to watch him, though, because as soon as you were distracted, he'd walk up the next sidewalk and be gone.  Dad once found him returning BEHIND the next set of condos...  When my brother first brought him and would let him outside, Cali would hide in the bushes...  Many times bro would have to crawl in behind to get him, since Cali wanted to stay out and knew it would be difficult to get him in his hiding place.   He was as stubborn as he was soft and pretty.  lol

 

We'll miss you, sweetie...