I forgave you, little buddy, when you knocked pies onto the floor to feast upon for yourself. The little surprises you left on the bed, in the slippers, on the couch… I didn’t even flinch when you pushy pawed my shoulders, then went for my face (claws in of course). You were trouble and worth it. My little Cashus who would float like a butterfly and sting like a bee, I will never forget you and every obsenity you drew from your adoring fans. Your memory will live on forever.