And then there were none.
April 30, 1992 – January 4, 2008
I have just returned from the vet’s, where I had had Random put to sleep. He had suffered massive kidney failure. I petted him until he was gone.
He had been with me since 1992, when I took him home from OVFF. Random was found as a stray, and they were looking for a home for him. and I were still dating then; I walked into the con suite to find her for the drive back to Bowling Green, and there she was with this big orange cat in her arms.
My first thought was, Great. We already have three cats in the apartment!
She handed him to me.
He had a purr like an Evinrude outboard motor.
And the first words out of my mouth were, “I guess I need a name for my cat.”
To my fellow fen in the room, this was the same as saying, “I guess we need to form an ad hoc cat-naming committee.” The first suggestion was Amber, because of his bright orange color. This was nixed because the cat was definitely male.
Off to my side, I hear, “Amber… Amber… Amber… ‘Nine Princes in Amber’ — Prince Random was a redhead!”
Couldn’t ask for a better name.
Rule Number One: Never give a cat a name he can live up to.
He had been with me for, well, more than a third of my life now.
I’m going to miss him lots.