RIP Lion Kitty

 The best old kitty ever...

Lion Kitty was fond, but v. critical of TV: never failed to come tripping downstairs from her sleeping/eye on the world vantage point to watch, when she heard it go on. Nonetheless, she often complained sit-coms were insipid and boring and put her to sleep, and most everything else (including the news) was violent, frequently fake, and aired only for effect.

Though she appreciated new Danish cinema, notably Borgen and Seaside Hotel, which she found genuinely funny; the humor integrally rooted in the foibles of the colorful cast of characters, businessmen, closet gays, rebellious teens, Lotharios and others who repaired to a Danish coastal hotel, like many Euros for a month and a fortnight of summer. 

It can be reliably and honestly said that Lion Kittycat NEVER once walked on the counter or kitchen table or white couches. Unlike most felines and altogether too many humans she was not the sleazebag sort who jumped up there the minute your back was turned. Honor was paramount in Lion Kitty's life. She regarded dogs as fatuous, slobbering, smelly and generally excessive. She loved nature, gardens and summers could often be found sleeping among the weeds, wildflowers or asparagus. Winters, Lion monitored the world from the end of the bed, or the office couch in front of the window.  She kept herself as impeccably as she conducted herself, and will be sorely missed. 

RIP eternally among hostas under the trees in the cool of the windbreak at the back of the house, Lion.