We had to put our cat to sleep this morning, after a month long bought with liver failure.
To Semmy, our gentle, loving friend ...
You were a great cat, funny, mischievious, and loving all in the same package.
As a kitten, you could be found in bowls I frequently used for cleaning my RC trucks, or hanging high on the door frames.
You liked cabinet doors, frequently opening, then slamming the doors in the wee hours of the mornings just to see who would chase you out first.
At Christmas we always found you high in the tree, sticking your head out, wide eyed, through the branches. More than once did we wake to a toppled tree, ornaments spread from one end of the room to the other.
You were 14 years old.
Semmy, we love you. You will be missed.