Inertia, aka “Pants”, our International Cat Of Mystery, died today. He just laid down to sleep and his heart went out, which is probably one of the nicest ways we can think of to die.
I already miss him, horribly. He joined our family as a kitten, while we were living in England. He lived with us for 12 years, and we loved him very, very much. He was the sort of sweet, affectionate cat that converted even cat- haters; I can’t count the times people told us that they didn’t like cats, but if all cats were like Pants, they’d love cats.
He lived with us since Beckett was four. She used to put dresses on him. He tolerated it with grace and a begrudging affection, even if he did try and steal her stuffed unicorn.
He spent the last two years of his life being fawned over by us and all of the studio elves. I’m glad that the last stretch of his life was so full of people who adored him. I’m so happy it ended this way. I wish he were still with us, but I am glad he had this, and that he got to leave us in this way.