Lost A Good Friend Today

Climber - 1989 to 2008

If you didn't do the math, he was 19 years old. Quite an achievement for a barn cat. He had the best of both worlds though in his later years. He became my co-worker here in my office. Lounging away his days on a blanket on my reclining chair until he needed fresh air and would sit by the door until I got the hint. He spent his last 2 years teaching Rico that cat's can hurt his nose and that he's really not the boss, teaching the other kittens how to be good barn cats and teaching us how much we were going to miss him some day. This day.

We'll be reminiscing a lot around here...Remember how he would climb a ladder as soon as you set one up? Remember when we hired that guy to re-shingle our house and Climber climbed the ladder alongside the house, hopping up to the second story and jumping up on the roofers' back? Remember when you shot that pigeon at the top of the silo and Climber jumped off the edge of the silo and grabbed on and rode the dead bird down 12 feet to the bottom of the silo? Remember how he would Climb up your body to get to your shoulder all winter with our heavy coats on only to have to teach him he shouldn't do it in the summertime with our light clothing? Remember how he went on walks with us? Remember how he tested everyone's lap at our bonfire parties? Remember when we caught him nursing on our very pregnant German Shepherd? It goes on and on. He was our Mufasa, king of the hill, and we will miss him dearly.