This is Iggy before I had the pleasure of knowing him.

He was another of Irene's cats, and his name made a rock and roll pairing with Poppet.

So sweet natured. Poppy would bully him, and didn't like him being on the bed, so he would wait until she was asleep, and crawl in on the other side of me.  It was such a please to wake up dissecting them like the path of the ying-yang.

Once he was outside and it rained heavily.  He came in and his long hair was soaked, so we got a towel and dried him off.  He quickly went outside again, got wet, and came back in presenting himself for another drying.  It's so hard to understand another species, but when they do something so clear as this, it is a joyful experience.

In the end, as happens to millions of animals every year, he was hit by a car.  Perhaps for the birds and little creatures where we lived it was for the best, still Iggy was a special little guy and I miss him.