Everybody is fine but over the weekend a cat named Tommy died. I always told people "He is NOT my cat" but when we moved here 15 1/2 years ago he as sitting on our side porch and seemed to live there. Our male cat was terrified of him and would only go out after he was sure Tommy wasn't around. He seemed sweet and looking for love but if touched scratched. Tommy and I had a very uneven relationship and I would yell to my cleaning crew "He is NOT my cat, don't let him in". During the snow storm where 3 feet fell, we had called a truce, I let him in, he quickly ran to the basement, ate dry cat food and stayed dry and warmer. He left after 24 hours with our urging. In the end Tommy was deaf as a post.

Tommy was NOT our cat, but our world got an empty spot when he died.