Mista, August 1997 - January 2015

Born at the Hollywood Racetrack, Mista left the track life to join me my senior year of college. When her orange nose caught my eye at a cat adoption, I couldn't have imagined that I'd found an 18-year partner with an insatiable appetite for popcorn and chicken and a morning meow louder than a train.  

She patiently accepted Marco as her friend and even relished their Nerf battles (she was unarmed) and their hide-and-seek adventures (she hides, Marco seeks).  In her last several years, she graciously put up with being carried around like a rag doll and even, sometimes reluctantly, spending time purring on Marco's lap. Cheers to our old, sweet friend.  It's too quiet without you.