This week we say goodbye to Eight Ball as his kidneys begin to fail him and he can no longer live a comfortable life.

We got Eight Ball in 1993 when Fluffy was a kitten and it became clear he needed a friend.  We got both Fluffy and Eight Ball from friends of ours (the family had a son my brother’s age and a daughter my age).  If I remember right, my brother and his friend named Eight Ball before we even knew we were going to get him.  So I’m not really sure how they came up with Eight Ball aside from he was a black cat.

He was one of few cats to play a part in a live play though.  He and Fluffy both acted in Oliver.  They kind of stole the scene one night when they pulled the table cloth (and tea set along with it) into their basket.  I found sugar cubes in their basket backstage for the rest of the night.

As he grew older and Fluffy left us, Eight Ball became very set in his ways and liked his routine.  He would lecture my mom until she took him for his walks.  And he would sit and stare until you moved so he could sit in his chair (although he got away with it more when he broke his leg).

I’m sure I can come up with many stories about Eight Ball and my mom has even more stories, but in the end he was a sweet and ornery cat that lived a good long life.  I’m sad to see him leave us, but I’m glad he’ll be happier now.  To honor him, I put together some pictures on Flickr.

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