Sherman came to us in January of 1990, just a few weeks after Cynthia moved to North Carolina from California, so he's been with us for as long as we've been together.
He was perfect, and perfect for us.
Shermie endured for nearly two decades: moving from apartments to rental houses to Woodland Drive; sharing space with our dog Greta; the encroachment of younger, tougher and bigger cats on his territory; taking the occasional Rimadyl by mistake; even diabetes (twice), locked basements and dive-bombing birds.
He was a cat: a sweet boy with us, and a cold-blooded killer in his little Woodland jungle. He was devoted, loving, talkative, fussy and snuggable. He loved the warm spot on the bed in the spring, and crawling under the covers during winter nights.
You all know how much we loved him, so you know how much we miss him now.
