R.I.P. Harrison Kitty

Our beloved cat Harry was found this morning to have met an untimely death at the hands of the brutal Florida heat. His curious nature led him to investigate the inside of our minivan, unfortunately without anyone's knowledge.

He'd recently been granted a life of pure catness in the great outdoors: chasing lizards, battling with yard snakes, gifting us headless rats. Basically living as the great hunter he was born to be. But even let loose, he was still a great friend. Every time we'd walk out the door, he'd let out a yowl and stand up on his hind legs to meet our fingers for a scratch on the noggin.

He was silly, pushy, powerful, and wicked smart. A star among our crowd of cats, right from the start.


I trust that he is as happy now as ever. As we buried him, an unseasonably cool breeze passed by the back of my neck. Comforting in a small way, possibly his way of letting me know that he's okay, and reminding me that we're surrounded by Love everywhere, even when things get tough.