"R.I.P. My beautiful loving angel of a cat Midnight. Black cats are not well loved here in Mexico and It seems someone decided to poison him last night while he was out roaming. He was the sweetest cuddle cat who not only snuggled between my legs at night while I slept but also had the most accurate internal time clock of any animal I’ve had the pleasure to love. 7pm every night he would jump on my lap, stick his beautiful face in mine and just meow like crazy til I fed him. Not 6:59, not 7:01, but seven precisely! You could set your watch to it! I buried him under a lovely tree at the coffee shop across the street where
he first tentatively approached me. He was a scrawny, malnourished, scrapper of a street cat back then but with a little love and a lot of food… blossomed into the most friendly loving cuddle cat you could ever want.
This is a tough one …but luckily I’ve got Carl, Cooper, Angel, Katrina and Misty to cuddle with to ease the sadness for a bit when it strikes. And my friend Christina to reminisce with and have a great shoulder to cry on… she loved Midnight as much as I did and really helped in those first few months as we nursed him back to health.
R.I.P. buddy… we’ll meet again and I promise to scratch under your chin for as long as you like!"
