in memoriam of Paula Malinky

My Paula-cat has gone on, I can only hope it's to a better life than this.  Her body failed her, finally, but her spirit never did, with the consequence that I eventually had to take her for her last trip to the vet's.  I'm going to miss her meeting me at the door when I get home from work.  I made tacos tonight, and she wasn't under my feet sniffing around for stray cheese crumbs.  I may even find myself missing her obnoxious yowling - she had an amazing variety of weird noises with which to wake us from a sound sleep. 

I never know what to say.