RIP Fat Cat...

Poor Fat Cat, aka, Not Nice (her actual name), Sherman, Chubby and Ol' Girl went to be with the lord on Monday night. She lived a long life for a cat...almost too long by most standards. In the end, she was blind, lost most of her weight and couldn't barely meow...her demanding mew anymore. Considering, that we got her when I was in tenth grade, that puts her at a ripe old age of 18!
In her younger years she was an outdoor cat, so the fact that she made it past 10 was pretty amazing. She was a good cat, but was VERY demanding. She loved everyone who didn't like cats and always tried to get their attention.

Come to think of it, she is the 1st pet that I've had to died at home. Most of our animals have been "put down", but Fat Cat was the 1st to die peacefully at home. My dad dug her a spot out in the back yard.
I'll miss her horrible dandruff, her demanding meow, her constant grazing at the food dish and her company. RIP fat cat, RIP. You are in a better place now ol' girl.