RIP Fluffball

Fluffball (also known as Stella), died after battling feline leukemia and kidney failure. She was about 7 and a half years old. Out of all of the humans in our household, Fluffball adopted me, and was known to jump up on my lap and often try to commandeer the keyboard late at night, as well as monitor all my activities - except during her naptimes. At her best, she had an energetic personality, made friends with most of her feline housemates, and even managed to make friends with a couple of her canine housemates - after of course establishing herself as the dominant member in such relationships. To this day, the sight of Fluffball as a small kitten chasing a much larger bird dog (Henry, who at the time probably only weighed in the upper 40s or 50s, and who today is 70 some-odd pounds of pure muscle) around the house is one of my most treasured memories. She quickly earned her reputation as an "exploding kittie." The house is definitely much emptier this evening.