Life in the Kyle household has come to a screeching, crying, sobbing stop.  My Cali, my companion from kittendom until the moment we took him to the vet, was put down on Wednesday.  Months after meeting, becoming engaged to and moving in with my now hubby, I adopted Cali and he immediately became by best friend.  At the time, hubby was working 70 hours a week (at minimum) which left me home with his cat that hated me and peed on my clothes.  So, I adopted Cali from Petsmart, went through a comedy of errors upon finding out that Cali was actually a boy, not a girl and fell in love with the, eventually, fat ball of fur.  He loved unconditionally, was always happy to see me and slept with me each and every night. 

Now, my days are empty without his presence and my nights are difficult without his weight nestled between my knees.

To my Cali, my Cali-cat, my Fat Man….  Momma loves you and is devastated by your absence.  May you be free of pain and sickness in kitty heaven and have all the ham and turkey you can eat.