Cammy passed away today at around noon. We don’t know what caused it, but we assume that she had some kind of underlying condition. We were fighting the eating problem in hopes that that was the only condition, but apparently it wasn’t.

Cammy and I met in 1996, just after she was born. I was going through a divorce, and since I lost custody of both my cats, I decided to pick out another one. She was from a litter of cats that lived with a friend’s relative. I had my eye on a little calico, but when I put my hand in the cage to get her, this little black ball of fur woke up, looked at me, and meowed loudly.

I decided that I had been picked, so we went to pick out cat accessories.

She was a very opinionated lady. She would let you know when it was time to pet her, and she would DEFINATLY let you know when it was time to leave her alone. Her favorite trick was a downright freaky vertical leap with a back flip. I saw her jump at least three feet straight up one night.

Cammy was a wonderful cat, and a good friend.

We came a long way together, didn’t we Cammy? I miss you.

Some things don’t change. I still get sad when I read this – K