Our cat Rossi died today. He had a stroke or maybe strokes about a year ago and since he’s been living with seizures that have become increasingly severe with the passing of days. He was a good cat, grumpy, independent and yet in a strange way the most affectionate of the bunch – on his own terms. I admire that.
His first name, the name we called him by when we first met him, was Always be Closing, from GlenGarry Glen Ross. We called him that because when he showed up on our porch at Blackthorn, he did everything he could to close the deal.
We realized soon enough that Always be Closing was a stupid name for a cat, so we changed it to Rossi.
Rossi
Always be Closing
RIP bud.
27th Street 
What a little character! I’m sorry for your loss, RIP Rossi.
Good old Rossi. How lucky you all were that he found you.
True that.
I love this story of how Rossi found you. He certainly must have been a king among cats. RIP Rossi.
Thanks Karen. He was a special cat and we’ll miss him.
So sorry to hear this, Mr. A. He was a handsome devil, that one. The Alec Baldwin of kitties. RIP Rossi.