A Decade On

George went over the Rainbow Bridge.

He was my first cat. He was also a cat who was bottle-fed as a kitten, so he had some peculiar ideas about what it meant to be a cat. I always thought that George thought that he was human, albeit cursed with no real vocal range and a lack of opposable thumbs. He wanted to eat human food and he would not touch meat if it hadn't been cooked.

In the car, although he usually rode in his carrier, the door was open and he'd lie elsewhere if he felt like it. More than once, he stood in my lap with his front paws on the windowsill.

He was pretty unique, so far as cats go. I miss him a lot.