Sadly and reluctantly, we bid farewell to a family member this past week…


aka “Ross-A-Roni”, “Roni Boy”, “Ross-A-Rino”, “Lovebug”, “Aquaman”, or plain ol’ “Roni”

You originally belonged to a roommate, but moments after that first time we locked eyes, I knew someday you’d be mine…all mine. We had a happy 12 years together, but I’d gladly have taken 12 more. You were a good, good cat.

RIP, Ross-A-Roni. Here’s wishing you a bed that’s always unmade, eternal bellyrubs, and a bathroom faucet that’s always turned on.