Thor.

Like a widower who's lost and bereft after the loss of his lifelong partner, our sweet Thory Boy Bear joined Lulu in kitty heaven yesterday. We adopted him because we thought he was a beautiful animal, and loved him even though he was incredibly dumb and smelled bad a lot of the time. He was scared of everything under the sun, but would flop at our feet for love, and meow excessively around 10pm, hoping we'd hurry up and brush our teeth so he could drink out of the sink. Then he'd do some additional meowing before coming to sleep on Tim's legs during the night, and if he found your hand outside of the covers he'd slam his face into it, making you pet him in your sleep. Of course, no one else experienced it because when others were around he spent his time under a bed or in a closet, working on being our Secret Cat. 

Losing two cats in two months has been heartbreaking, but we feel so grateful for every bit of love we've shared with them. They were the most wonderful practice babies two undeserving twenty-somethings could ask for.