And now back to bad...

Mom called today. Our cat Noel died in the night.

We found her on Christmas Day 1995 (hence the name) at my grandma's house, huddled under my grandfather's boat, mewling. She was cute, and nobody else wanted her, so we drove her down to Virginia. There she stayed. She was a nutty cat, and an attention whore. But I liked her, and I'm gonna miss her.