My step-kitty Rugger passed away this morning at the age of 11-or-thereabouts. My husband Dan adopted him ten years ago from the old Santa Clara Valley Humane Society. He had been isolated in a pink parrot cage (!) due to a chronic respiratory infection, but had so won the hearts of the humans there that one worker cried when she saw his photo posted as an adoptee. Dan named him "Rugger" in honor of our pastor (a dedicated rugby player).

He was a good friend to Dan, and handled things reasonably well when I moved in with two older cats... one of whom did NOT get along with him. He did have a couple of bad habits, in particular his way of showing affection by biting. (yeow!) But he was a sweetie, and became fast friends with Naomi when she joined our family in 2016.

Here he is performing QA testing on a blanket I just finished.

Loved and missed by Daddy, Mommy, Uncle Phil, Remy, and Naomi.