grace

Ten years ago 3 women were living on East 15th street hanging out on a porch with friends when a skinny little cat showed up. I distinctly remember telling everyone NOT to PET the cat because once we did she'd be ours.

Six kittens, seven apartments, and countless memories later my beautiful cat has passed away. She was a cat's cat. Her expressions were unparalleled. Her love of food was well known. She was an excellent jumper in her younger days and loved high places. She adored chattering at birds. Grace was a terrible mother who once painstakingly dragged her kittens one by one and deposited them on a pile of electrical cords. She wasn't much of a hunter but did leave us a gift of what was probably an already dead mouse on the floor one morning after we'd been gone for a week. Grace was not a fan of other cats. Or dogs. Or anything that might take attention away from her. She did like a good petting especially around the ears and the behind. She was an excellent sleeper and could cuddle with the best.

Apparently Grace had been battling an illness for quite some time, but showed no signs until she had settled us into our new apartment.

Grace is survived by countless people who had the pleasure of knowing her.

She will be missed.