I discovered this evening that my dear cat, Papillon, had passed away. He was a very funny and very unique cat. He and his brother were very close. They both knew the sound of our car and would run up toward our house whenever we would park. They both would roll over if we said their names, or for that matter even looked in their direction. Papillon loved to "make muffins," as my friend calls it, where he pads whatever he is laying on with his paws. Mostly it is my or my mother's stomach. Whenever you would talk to him, he would shut his eyes and put his ears back in distain. He used to move really slowly, as if he thought that you wouldn't see him. My mom would be on the couch, and he'd try to get on her lap, and she'd tell him no, so he would put his ears back and squinch up his eyes, and then a few seconds later, he would start inching his way back onto her lap. His full name was Papillon.com because he was white with a black butterfly on his head, a black tail, a black dot on the back of his leg, and a black dot right above his tail. He was a beautiful cat, and a well loved cat. In the last few months, after I went to college, he refused to come into the house. The one weekend I was home for October break, he began running into the house every chance he got, and over Thanksgiving break, he was the first of my cats that I saw and snuggled with when I walked in the door. This last Saturday when I came home from Christmas in Spokane, he was laying on a heated pad on our front porch. I reached in, ruffled his fur, and watched as he got up, stretched, and walked down to take a seat at the bottom of the stairs. This evening we found him, laying outside in the rain. We buried him under the fern where he always used to sit. He was a beautiful, funny, charismatic, and wonderful cat. He will be dearly missed.
Rest in peace, Papillon.
