It is pretty remarkable how wild  and long Tummo lived, sometimes coming in at 3am, moving four times across Canada with us and being let out each time in the temporary hoods we lived in.

I always said Laurel would die very very young. He had that crazy unsafe bold energy. Tummo was a breath of fresh air compared to Laurel, who was way more high maintenance and highly highly pampered by us and previous owners.

Blessed may the kind stranger who wrapped Laurel's body in a sweater be: may you meet Laurel as your personal angel. I may write a story about his end of life. Unlike what I had initially planned, he wont be torured by alien to speak...Instead, we will learn what was the real deep reason he was foolish enough to cross daily to Mundy park....and I will say the stranger who left him his sweater was with him when laurel died and that he died in his arm. I feel drained of vitality thinking I predicted, it was obvious and not godly it was so obvious, that he may very well die crushed by a car. His death must have been painful but since there was only 4 hours between his letting out for his morning outing and finding him, he must have died quickly. What could have been his depth to be so atracted to Mundy in the story I will write about him?

He could have met a hobbo who lives and sleeps in the forest? And befriended her? Poor Laurel was very obviosuly destined to die young: I knew it within 2 weeks of having had him.

They were both kept strictly indoor for 3-4 months first, to bond.

I am not that sad as I expected it so much recently. BJG cried much, i shed a tear or two and I have been praying since my return from brining his wrapped up body to the vet for cremation. I accept that some cats have short short lives.

Like so many artists in humanity representatives...

Hubby cheered up mucho when I reminded him that Laurel had been immortalized in three stories so far. You were so fucking foolish and too bold, Laurel. You passed through this world, mostly unhurt all along except once by a broom swish we suspect, and did EVERY SINGLE thing you ever wanted almost. I was your most dedicated servant, minding th door for you and your bro all mornings in the last 2 years. And feeding you on command on top of your two meals a day. You went psychotic once for about 30 minutes inside the house: it was very odd. You must have had a wild adventure that day earlier.

Bold and foolish cat, immortalized a bit as such, but brave kind heart and loving humans so much.And dogs and cats.