Red

Addy, over the years, attracted a plethora of stray cats. This was the last. She called him "Red," and her other cats had equally imaginative names. I think, as she got older, names of cats got harder to remember, so she kept it simple. Red is a big lug. Addy always kept a thick towel handy for when Red wanted to be a lap cat, because he kneads. With claws.

We have buried two of Addy's cats since she died; Blackie and Chesty. Red is getting pretty old. He still has occasional playful moments, but is content mostly to sleep in the sun. It will be very say when he goes, as he's the last living connection to Addy's life.