We arrived in Floyd and our new home in 2004 with two loved ones in tow: AC, our black alpha male cat (whose initials stood for “Anti-Christ) and Trouble, a more laid back grey and white model who could be sneaky. Both were several years old. Amy found AC as a kitten crying in the
The long dark streaks down my cheeks come from crying for past two-plus hours. It started when Amy noticed Diva, the long-haired black cat we took in as a feral kitten, raised and loved for much of our time here in Floyd since 2004, appeared near the death we feared was coming. Diva was a
Buried our oldest cat Saturday afternoon by a stream not far from our house. He spent 126 cat years with us after Amy discovered him screaming as a tiny kitten by a creek in Belleville, Illinois, when she was taking care of her mother and I was still gallivanting around the country as a photojournalist.
Trouble came to us via a co-worker at The Eddie Mahe Company in Washington in 1995. She found the kitten shivering in the rain in a DC alley. He had survived among the other creatures of the night. The black-and-white kitten didn’t meow and make much of any sound. We never knew if the silence