Luna "Luna the Cat"🐾

The best spot in the whole house was that patch of sunlight by the back door, where I could watch the Texas sky change colors and feel the warmth soak into my fur. I'd stretch out there every afternoon, one eye on the clouds drifting past, the other on whatever might be moving in the grass outside.

I spent my days the way I thought days should be spent—playing until I was dizzy, then demanding cuddles until I fell asleep. My human would laugh at how I could go from pouncing on every shadow to curling up in the warmest lap within minutes. I was funny like that, never quite able to sit still for long unless there was a good nap involved. The outdoors called to me constantly, every bird and breeze and rustling leaf, and I made sure everyone knew it.

What I loved most was the feeling of being held close at night, that particular spot where shoulder meets chest, where I could tuck my head under a chin and purr until we both drifted off. I was cuddly—not every cat is, you know, but I never saw the point in pretending to be aloof. Why waste time on that when there was comfort to be had?

If you remember me at all, remember this: I was adorable and I knew it, and I used every bit of that power to get exactly the love I wanted. And it worked, beautifully, for nearly thirteen years.