RIP Cosmo

Since I started posting at my political blog I should probably pick up where I left off here too. But first some sad news, last week we lost Cosmo, which means I can now talk about him in public. Of all my animal stealing stories, Cosmo's is easily the most blatant because it is the only one where I lied to the face of his former owner, who is crazy enough that I did not want to take the miniscule chance that she would find out by seeing his picture here. He was damn near dead when we took him in anyway, being a mostly white cat exiled outdoors in the heat of summer, suffering from what we later found out was megacolon, which is eventually what got him this time.

Cosmo was a totally cool cat, in the beatnik sense. I learned much about the joy of sloth from him. Where you see him in the photo was pretty much it. He never really worked his way into the household social structure and never made any enemies, but he wasn't an aloof loner either. Just a real nice, lazy guy. I'm glad he got three extra years with us.

The silver lining is that I am no longer officially crazy now that our cat population is back in single digits.