Vader was the kind of cat I was cool with even though he pissed on anything I left on the floor. My wife loved him. He and Quest, both …
Vader's on the right
Yeah, well, he died last night. Was 11 or 12, I’m not sure. Don’t know what the hell happened. He wasn’t sick or sluggish. It’s the saddest thing. Quest seems alright, but he did watch his buddy slip away. (He just meowed loudly to get my attention.)
We’re all sad you’re gone, bro.
My condolences, but lord have mercy if that doesn’t look like a cat named Vadar we gave up to a shelter years back because…well…he pissed on anything I left on the floor. If that’s you, buddy, I’m buying a 40oz tonight, if only to empty it on the sidewalk in your honor.
Appreciated, wook. I’m not sure which shelter it was — definitely in Philly, I think — but the bride got him and Quest around ’00.
He was totally an MD 20/20 or Colt 45 type of feline.
Wasn’t mine then – just a total doppelganger.
But in keeping with the surname, I’ll be mixing equal parts Colt 45 and Guinness for my own take on the black and tan. I call it a Cloud City.
Vader would most certainly have appreciated it.
And Billy Dee would have mad respect for it.