A Tribute

Our cat, Sati, Past away this week. He left our house on Tuesday night and didn't come back. Our neighbor saw him dead on the street on Wednesday night. He was the best cat. He really was. I feel horrible because I was never nice to him because he was either digging into my custom upholstered couch or recently sleeping on the babies' changing table or crib, or crying to be let out while I was trying to put baby to bed at night. But Sati loved us all, he loved A-man the most because A-man loved him the most. but he loved Madison and slept next to her and cleaned her ears. He also loved Eleanor. He let her bite him, hug him, carry him, and just about everything she could do to a cat, he let her do without even a scratch on her. and he did love me too. He usually kept me company while I sat in the toilet and in the winters, when the shower was on, he came running to sit in the warm steam and get his toes wet. He was part of our family before Madison, momo, and even Eleanor. We will miss him so much, especially his brother Tikka. Tikka is all alone now. I'm so sorry Sati, I'm sorry you had to die all alone and I'm sorry I didn't get to hold you recently. I love you my friend. (Sati means "friend" in Nepali)