Good-bye to another friend

As many know, the wife and I adopted a kitten in September of last year. Or more aptly, the little dude adopted us. He showed up at our door, literally, and wanted in. We named him Krash, both after Aaron Rowand, and my college nickname. Yesterday morning we found that he had died, pneumonia had taken his life way to soon.

Finally after a few days, we took him to the vet, and got him his shots. The poor little guy ended up having a viral infection, and had the runs for two weeks. Once he got healthy, Krash was a great kitten. He was the most friendly cat I have ever had, he loved everyone. He loved to be held, and he loved to get into trouble. The old saying "Curiousity killed the cat" was never more true than with Krash.

A couple of my favorite stories of Krash...

#1 He always had to know everything. We kept the cats food in a trash can that had a lid that flipped up and down to the push. Well he was walking across the top and the lid fell in as it was designed to do. Instead of panicking, he reacted like he had just hit a gold mine, and started eating.

#2 Once he decided the litter box wasn't fresh enough for him, so instead he managed to unfold a bag of litter that had was half full still, and waiting for the next box change, burrowed into it, and used that to do his business. The wife was walking by and saw his tail sticking out of the bag. She looked in and low and behold he was burying his handywork.

#3 The sound of the electric toothbrush drove him nuts. He would come running from whereever he was when one was turned on. And then he would yowl and rub up against you the whole time it was on.

#4 Krash loved to be held. If he decided you weren't paying enough attention to you, he would jump onto you. He managed to get both of us a couple of times.

I know there are plenty of other stories, but you get the idea. In the short time that we had him, he really was one of the neatest animals I have ever had. I am going to miss that little guy.