Our cat is Dexter, and she’s 12 years old with short gray/blue hair. Her favorite toys are every sock we own, which she will bite and carry around the house while issuing muffled war cry meows. Her favorite treats are small portions of human food, single pieces of shredded cheese and tiny bits of shredded chicken that she will beg for relentlessly. Her favorite things to do are to lay in the sun, groom and/or play fight with her cat siblings, awkwardly groom her dog sibling, talk back and forth with us, and listen to her favorite songs (and try to climb in our mouths when we sing along to them). Our favorite memory of Dexter is of when she was just a kitten and we first had her home, we had put her kitten food out in a teacup close to our other three cats’ food bowl so they could socialize; Dexter pushed the three grown cats out of the way and ate their food in front of them, then ate all her kitten food, then curled up inside the teacup to rest and wait for more food. The social order was established clearly on day one.
Rest In Peace Dexter
