Mitzi was given to me about 18 years ago as a Christmas present from my family. She was such a funny cat, sliding in and out of the "kitty condo" and playing with string we'd dangle before her. She'd go on adventures out in the woods with Aaron and me. She'd entertain Dad's piano students. She'd cuddle up and sleep with me each night (when she was inside the house)... even up to this past weekend when I was home for Thanksgiving.
This is the only picture I could find right away, but this is a photo of Mitzi from 3 years ago. Even in her later years, we thought she was a pretty kitty.
When I moved away to college, Mitzi, of course, stayed home with Mom and Dad, and she has been there ever since. But, I was always very happy to see her when I walked through the door when I came home for a visit. Mom has always thought that Mitzi knew it was me each time I visited. Maybe it was because I gave her a lot of attention. I always missed her when I was away.
It is uncommon for cats to live for 18 years, as long as Mitzi did. But, she was with us so long that it felt like she was a member of our family. Because of that, we miss her - and will continue to miss her - very much. And, we are very thankful for the blessing of having her.