Baja, a.k.a. Mr. Kitty, was gentle, kind, and had the unique ability of befriending anyone he met. When visitor would come to our front door, he was there to meet them. When guest would sit down, he would make his way over to say hello. When a guest would spend the night at our house and left the door open, Mr. Kitty would go visit them before returning back to “his” room. People who disliked cats said they would change their opinion if all cats were like him.
Baja has been there through every milestone of my adult life. He was there when I finished grad school, there when I moved and took my first full-time job after college, there when I moved into my first (and later my second) house, there when I purchased my first (and also my second) new car, there when I met and later married my wife Nicole, there when I once again went through grad school, and there when my daughter Ainsley was born. He was at the door every day that I came home and he was at the foot of the bed every night when I went to asleep. The bottom of bed is now vacant and my computer keyboard is sadly absent of feline affection.
He was the big brother of our household. He fussed at us when we groomed other pets and made them upset. He carefully supervised water changes in the aquariums. When our dog Sunny tried to assert her might, he laid his ears back and turned and walked away, his equivalent of an eye-roll. When Ainsley was crying, he would come investigate.
Baja, Mr. Kitty, you will always be a part of our family and will be dearly missed.
See the comments below for more antics and fond memories of our good friend.