My cat always wanted to be something greater. No scratch that. He knew he was. He was a dragon that lived with us and by his prerogative we were allow to live. He was a great and terrible tyrant, but I loved him for his attitude. He would sit on his horde, like the king he was, even if his horde was only 2 dollars and a laptop computer. John had everything he wanted, including his own abacus. I am still not sure if he used it to count his wealth. After a long day or ruling he could rest in his favorite yoga pose, "cinnamon roll"

J.D. died on November 4, 2017. I met him when I fell in love with my wife. He was her cat first, so they were a package deal. He has always been part of our family and our home feels empty without him around. Good bye my friend and I forgive you for all of the times you mistook me for your dinner.