Reader Jim Billie has sent a picture and story of his late cat Jesse, now with Ceiling Cat:
This is my (late) cat Jesse. He was rejected by several previous owners; some thought he was stupid. He was the most intelligent cat I’ve ever known. He could figure out any door-latch in the world. He liked to flush the toilet and watch the water swirl. He was stout: His weight varied between 18 and 21 pounds. This earned him the nicknames: Blobbo and Toilet Seat Cover. He was sweet and affectionate. He loved to sleep in my lap as I read and sipped wine. (I would have him on my lap and my other kitteh on my legs.) My (dog-loving, cat-disliking) friends liked him and called him “dog-like” (a great compliment from them) due to his affectionate nature. He possessed all his claws but used them very judiciously. He was special to me because, in addition to all his other merits, he was the first pet I had as an adult and he worked his way into my heart deeper than any other. He was a true friend and I was crushed when he passed. I kept him going for 3+ years with daily insulin shots (and more heroic measures towards the end) before kidney failure took him at age 15. I buried him in my backyard myself, along with a can of tuna: His favorite food. (Funny how silly superstitious stuff like that still feels right sometimes!)
I will still accept cat pictures and stories, though there is a queue (note: cats aren’t posted in order of receipt, but according to my whim).