Paris crossed the Rainbow Bridge this morning around 1 AM. She had been in declining health for over a week as you may recognize in animals when they let you know they’re ready to pass.
Jennifer wasn’t Paris’ initial owner, I recall this kitty was rescued as an adult. Either she was surrendered or it was a messy situation. Paris was very domesticated so there wasn’t much effort needed to gain her trust.
I regret not getting to know her for long. I do know for sure Paris liked me. I was one of the few she’d leave her frequent resting place on the couch in order to grace my lap with her presence. However, this sweet little old lady made me smile with her purring and coo’ing whenever I petted her.