Caturday Post: Requiescat

This week, my old kitty Miriah left this world to be, I hope, the queen over the hell of small woodland creatures.  She came into my life as a tiny fluffball when I was nine, and for the next 20 years she established herself as a terrifying menace.  Despite topping out at a small 9lbs, all her life she had red warning labels on her veterinary file.  For many years, whenever she went to play outside, she could be easily located by the fussing of the squirrels.  Her humans came to order their lives around her schedule and her whims.  She was an inspiration.  One day I will be as terrifying and as obeyed as Miriah.