2.07.2009



Here's a little obituary written by my dad, Ed, in celebration of the life of our most-loved family member, OJ:


OJ the cat was born on November 14, 1987 in Nevada City. He died in Grass Valley on January 7, 2009, when he failed to recover from an abscessed tooth.

During the course of his life he traveled as far a Loomis, CA for emergency services when he got into a hornet's nest. Remarkable for a cat, he received mail from Fortune 500 corporations, was elected to the position of seventh grade president at Seven Hills School, and was a distinguished guest in high school graduation pictures.

OJ was gentle, and did not bite or scratch people. Furthermore, he did not catch and kill critters that were smaller than him. He was well respected, and worked his way up to the position of leader over people who towered over him in physical size.

Preceded in death by his companion, Bandit, OJ now lies under his own color coded rock at the far end of the back yard.


OJ, we'll miss you and think of you every day. Your shiny spirit is awesome and it lives in us.

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2 comments:

The Heated said...

OJ, I had fond feelings for you. We didn't know each other very well but you were willing to climb up on my lap and breathe your cat-stink breath in my face from day one. That says something.

this humble abode said...

Who is going to eat all of the sour cream now?

 
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