Some of my favorite photos of Minou. He looks cute but let’s say he wasn’t the sweetest cat. He was a NYC stray kitten from 1st and 35th where I found him on my walks after Loki had passed.

They never live long enough but at least Minou lived well with Mom, terrorizing the other cats and critters. Katrina made us his designated parents even though I tried my best to have him adopted. Luckily, he adopted us and then found NYC wasn’t the right atmosphere for such a punk. He needed freedom to roam. 

I’ll never forget our mornings, Minou, when you’d lay just out of reach - I’d always pretend to do something else, then grab you and hold you firmly in my lap till you started purring from all the attention. 

And still you’d find a way to slip away, like today. Kisses Minou, and thanks Mom, as always.