Remembering Thomas

It was a sad day yesterday. We lost our dear old cat Thomas who we've had nearly the whole time we've been married. Thomas started life as a stray called Tom by our Winston-Salem neighbor and soon became ours with the slightly more elegant moniker of Thomas. It wasn't long until our friend Sarah gave him the nickname Tommy-T and we called him that a lot.

He was the consummate lap cat, could read us like a book (we had to spell "v-e-t" and be stealthy with the kitty-carrier), he loved to eat (especially ice cream and cereal milk), and was as gentle as could be. We'll miss him.

Here's Thomas (in the midst of his favorite activity) with Chris and Baby Eli.