Goodbye, Indy.

Indy was born in 1995. He died last night.

Indy - and his "sister" Saffie - were brought into the family just as my childhood cat Tawny left us. Almost exactly fifteen years ago. Indy was the kitten who would fall asleep sitting up. I initially wanted to name him Bannon because I was on a weird hipster Jonny Quest kick. Indy was short for Indigo.

Indy became a burly, roly-poly kind of housecat. But he kept a juvenile, high-pitched voice. He was the kind of easygoing cat that you could pick up and play with and it never bothered him. In the last few months, he lost a lot of his former weight, and in the last few days it became apparent that his end was near.

Since I was in college when Indy came along and moved out of my parents' home shortly thereafter, I never felt like Indy was "my" cat in the close way I felt about Tawny or about the two cats we have now. But he was still a good friend and a fun cat. We all loved him and will miss him greatly.