It was sixteen years ago when a kitten version of you showed up at the front door. You were to be named “Peanut T. Cat”, but since you like snacks so much you were named “Snacker T. Cat”.
This last few years had been tough for you. Damn the cancer that invaded your body!
You have been a great friend to all of us. You don’t have to hide in a dark place to pass the time.
We all love you.