Do you remember when Dad thought he was a cat? I guess you were still too young. Maybe you’d remember if Mom hadn’t gotten full custody. Oh well.
He could be so stubborn when he got stuck on an idea. Once, he got himself wedged in a window frame while trying to escape the house. When we got him loose, he darted across the street and almost got hit by a car. We had to lure him back home with a saucer of milk, then carry him inside squirming, kicking, and hissing.
As I’m sorting through his few possessions, I wonder about the world as he saw it. All these boxes are stuffed with nothing but expired cat food coupons. His twin bed has a little circular divot in its center. There’s a mouse skeleton in his dresser.
He was always so stubborn.