I have regaled many of you with stories about Jarrett’s cat, Spats (yes, the same one from the alarm clock incident). Spats was a cute tuxedo kitty that only liked Jarrett. She tolerated me because I fed her once or twice and gave her treats. I met her when she was about 9 years old. At the time I thought that was pretty old in kitty-cat years. Boy was I wrong. She was 9 in 1994 or 1995. She survived moving from Round Rock, to San Marcos, to San Antonio, and finally to Florida. She put up with Jarrett’s roommates, visitors, and her new “buddy” Puck. I am sad to report that she passed away Friday morning. In her twenties. She had a good life with an owner who really loved her.

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