Today I found out that my parents had to put their 8 year old cat, Smudge, to sleep. Often the butt of many jokes, he was a tank among cats. He was weighing in at a startling 22 pounds this Christmas and roaring with the mousiest meow I’ve ever heard from a feline. He was not much for social interaction, unless of course, it was on his schedule, at which point you’d better be ready for some serious ear scratching because this little guy loved it rough and tough. Leaving behind his cohort and companion, Mercury, no one will soon forget the love we’ve all felt for such a wonderful, unique friend. Rest in peace, Smudge.