Lights Out

I will never forget the Christmas that Jenny opened her last present to find pet food dishes. I was laughing hysterically in my head thinking of all the humor that kind of present implied (ah yes, precious material for a little brother!) when Mom and Dad directed our attention upstairs to their bedroom. They had gotten a cat...
He needed a name but first we needed to figure out if it was a boy or a girl. Consensus was drawn among the family - "it's a girl" had to be. Dad liked the name Suzie Q, and for the first few weeks that's what we called him. Until the Vet corrected us, "no, it's a boy". So we changed his name to KC (which was the second choice - a more sex-neutral name). But as I recall someone was enrolled in Spanish class and made the connection that KC could also be spelled QUE-SI (meaning WHAT-YES). Well it stuck.

Quesi grew up, and I think we all have fond memories of this little fur ball. Snuggle ball on anyone's bed, the tin foil paws, Chad's squiggle pen, blowing in his ear and hitting his brain, the arch-enemy window cat, dive bomb magpies, and my personal favorite "commando-kitty!" More recently, as Quesi got older he finally took his retirement fund and moved down to Phoenix to live with us. We enjoyed having him, though I think he was bummed that our house is so small compared to his last one. Jovin learned how to pet him "softly" and was tickled pink every time he got to pet the kitty.
As we just had another addition come to our house, Quesi decided it was his turn to go. I can only imagine that he is running free where he is unencumbered by his age any more. We'll miss him.