Snoops here. I have some very sad news. Wednesday night, Kommando Kitty unexpectedly went over the Rainbow Bridge. She was fine the night before, cuddling with Mom. But when Mom went to get her for breakfast, she was gone. She was eleven years old and seemed to be in good health.

I remember when she moved in. She tried to jump in the window, but missed and ended up in the window well. A utility worker got her out, but then she did the same thing again. I had just been separated from my kittens at the shelter a few weeks earlier, and she was only four weeks old. I adopted her and taught her how to be a cat.

She didn’t learn everything. She never learned how to jump. And she couldn’t hiss. When she was little, she could pass between the balusters on the staircase upstairs. When she got older, she never understood why she couldn’t keep doing it. But she was the sweetest cat anyone had every met.

I was “Dad’s” cat, and she was “Mom’s” cat. Mom’s pretty devastated right now. After Dad died (exactly five years before Kommando), the three of us sat on the sofa every night when Mom couldn’t sleep. One of us on each side of her. So I just it’s just Mom and me now.

She really didn’t take to Sgt Stripes or the new cats. She was afraid they were going to eat her. I needed to protect her. She was my little buddy.

We’re all going to miss her a lot.