In you black tux you plotted and manipulated. You had me wrapped around your tail. I would awake when you commanded and give you the wet food favorite of the moment. I loved buying things I knew you would love. Tom called me crazy when I bought you a monstrous cat tree. He poo-pooed my ideas that you would love a kitty drinking fountain after I researched cats love of running water. I got great joy when you let Tom know he was very wrong. Of course I was also to blame for all the kitty outfits as well, but you seemed to put up with them since you got even more attention and kitty treats. Even though Had to wash my hands after I pet you and you would hold me hostage at night by sleeping on my feet, I love you so much.

Rest in peace little landlord.

Thanks for putting up with me all these years!