I lost the wise old man of my household when Thomas died early Wednesday afternoon. I can’t be sure of how old he was when he came to live with me in 2011, but he was around 17 years old by the time of his death.
Thomas spent most of his life as a very unfriendly cat who didn’t even trust the man who fed him every day for years. That distrust was a reflection of his feral life on the street before he came to me. But the last nine months of his life were almost miraculous.
Since December 2022, Thomas changed a lot. For the first time in his life, he learned to play normal chase games with another cat. He finally would allow me to pick him up without clawing like a wildcat who thought his life was in danger. He even learned to voluntarily spend time with me — and he even learned to relax and purr when I rubbed him.
All these changes happened because Alex came to live with us in December.

Don’t ever make politicians angry or they might assassinate you, too
I never wanted to be ‘cool,’ but I wanted people to understand me
The hole is always there, but I foolishly hope it’ll just go away
We live in Reverse World, where black is white and good is evil
Unconscious programming makes us eager to believe our own lies
Authenticity the only path that connects us to people we need
When will you admit that a constitution can’t control state?
Trump apologists hope you don’t even know about the golden calf
Against all rational choice of will, an old hunger in my heart returns