Friday Cat Blogging

Beezer. “Bee” was one of the three glorious critters my stepmother brought to the family when she and my father married in 1988. He was prematurely creaky and only lived to be about 11 years old, but in the three years I knew him, Beezer turned me into a cat person. I’m not sure I could quite explain what made him so endearing, but more than fifteen years after his passing, he’s still at the top of my list of great felines. I never got to witness his glory days, when he was an accomplished murderer of birds and squirrels, but up to the very end Bee never forgot how to simulate the gaze of a ferocious predator.