Toby is no more. We surmise, deceased.
Chester has runaway. More than once. We divorced. By mutual agreement he was adopted by our neighbor down the street.
And Louie? Louie is picking up these bad vibes from our faces. Sad news to be lived for days.
So, my Cat Life stories have come to a close. Rather quickly, I must add. Short notice these rambunctious brothers gave. Those two scraggly-wags had no manners.
(There may be a few memorial stories. But then, may they rest in peace. And me too.)