Today I meant to write about all the things I didn’t have time for last week, but…

Hobbes, our jaguar in a house cat’s body, died yesterday. He was 12 years old and had been sick for a while. Blogs are perhaps not the most conducive to eloquent thoughts on death, but it felt strange not to mention the loss of a good pet and friend.

Hobbes exuded confident scorn in the face of vicious dogs, lorded over our daily doings from his fridge-top-perch, and was a sucker for snuggles. In mischievous moments he was apt to knock over a vase or pee on clean laundry… and even my mom is sad that he’s gone.  She speculates that, for Hobbes, heaven is a basket of freshly washed sheets. I imagine a tropical jungle with bowls of cat food interspersed (he wasn’t much of a hunter).

Hobbes was named after the Calvin and Hobbes character, who was in turn named after the philosopher Thomas Hobbes.  Thomas Hobbes’ attributed last words were, ” I am about to take my last voyage, a great leap in the dark.”

Hobbes the cat has night vision. Even in the dark, he’ll be able to find his way to that heavenly laundry.