Our cat Jerry died today. We don’t know how old he was when he appeared in our lives, so we really don’t know how old he really was – for sure a senior. He was the best cat you’ll ever meet, but you all know that. He adopted us not long after we moved into the old Anchovy World Headquarters on Blackthorn, so he’s been with us for most of our marriage.  He was starving when he first came around, panhandling. He had FIV when we got him. Some vets said his prospects were poor and that he was likely to infect the other cats. They were wrong. Sure he had health problems but he had a good run. He had a heart murmur. He had a bad skin problem, maybe related to his FIV that miraculously went away when we moved down to Long Branch. He had bad teeth and eventually no teeth.

Jerry loved bbq. I’ve never seen a cat go so crazy for bbq. He would supervise and insist on being cut in on the action. He also loved Portuguese grilled chicken with hot sauce.

Jerry was a cat of great character.  Tuffy P named him Jerry because when he came to us, he had crossed eyes, and that reminded her of Jerry Lewis in The Nutty Professor.