“He is the sun.”Orange. Vibrant. Warm. You are gone, but so much of you is still alive and here with us. Your fur, mainly, because goodness, did you shed *so much*. The rest of the cats in the house wouldn’t be the cats they are today without your socialization skills. A grandpa baby. So loud, so opinionated. Yet so gentle. Kind. Funny. I am but an infinitesimally small piece of this universe, and the space you took up… still take up, actually, feels so much bigger than I am or ever will be, even though you were just a lil’ guy. I’ll miss singing to you, chastising you for eating your gravy and not touching the solid food, turning the faucet on for you, watching you plop onto your side and rolling onto your back for pets and loves and cuddles, and most of all. I’ll miss you, Scotty. Whispers of your voice will be as ingrained in every fiber of my being as your fur.