On Halloween night of 1992, I found a black kitten mewing her heartout for help. I don’t know what happened to her mother. She became my little Spookster. This beautiful creature was in my life for 181/2 wonderful years. It wasn’t long enough. Selfishly, I wish she was still here with me. It is impossible to say how much laughter, joy and happiness she gave me. Pooker was very verbal. She made the most incredible mer-rowy sounds and the cutest little prrrts. She was always ready to play; chasing balls, batting at strings, tearing around the house leaving the throw rugs in a pile, attacking with her ‘coyote jump’, kicking mousies with her back feet, getting into paper sacks and cardboard boxes no matter what size they were. In the accompanying photo she was trying to fit into the bottom of an empty candy box. She’d ‘help’ me wrap presents by putting holes in the paper and mangling the bows. Her favorite treats were shrimp and crab. She’d smell them as soon as I got them out of the fridge and she wouldn’t shut up until she’d had her fill. When I talked sweetly to her, she would look at me with her half-closed ‘I love you’ eyes. Spooks was such a good girl. She tried so hard to carry on as normal even when she was ill. She was a brave spirit and I am proud and honored that she was my friend. My house is empty without her and I feel like I will never be happy again. My precious girl, I love and miss you with all my heart. You were the best cat ever.