I always figured I would never like cats, and certainly would never put a photo of one on my website. But it’s a testament to Watson that after G and I adopted Watson and his bro Holmes, Watson cured me of cat-hatred by being one friendly and personable mini-dude. He did weird things like sitting in the bathtub and staring out just for the hell of it, kneading a blanket like he was making biscuits or chasing a laser pointer like he was Don Beebe going after Leon Lett in Super Bowl XXVII, but those things and his friendly nature really turned around my opinion of cats.

Unfortunately Watson had a bad fall this morning, and we had to put him to sleep when we learned he wouldn’t recover. Yet even though we only had him for a short while, and contrary to what I would have ever thought before owning a cat, I really will miss that furry little goofball.

G adds: Watson was everything a friend should be: loving, funny and always ready to play or watch TV. He was more than a friend, though, he was part of our family. I loved you, little guy. Still do.