R.I.P. Keaton

Today, I had to let my dear Keaton cross over the Rainbow Bridge. I called him my 9/11 kitty. During the week of 9/11, I saw this little orange kitty while in the drive thru of Arctic Circle on Main Street, Lehi. My friend and I had just been talking about how helpless we were feeling about not being able to help anyone in NY. I thought to myself, well, at least I can help this kitten. I jumped out of the car and scooped up the little guy who crawled out from under a car to come see me. I took him home and he was a constant, affectionate, purring presence in our lives every day since then. He was an older kitten and so I decided that his birthday was June 3rd.

Thank you for watching over the boy.

Thank you for guarding the yarn.

Thank you for hanging out with me these past 16 years. You will be missed. Say hello to Jessica, Ditch, and Betsey for me.