This is a page devoted to my little buddy, Denby. He was brought into my life by my then-wife as sort of a "I-know-you-wanted-a-cat-so-here-he-is" thing. Little did we realize what a mean son-of-a-bitch he would turn out to be. He no longer has claws for a reason. For example, one of his favorite games was to wait for her to step out of the shower and then rake the back of her legs. After two years of trying to discipline him he is almost a "nice kitty". Like most cats he will let you pet him if he wants you to but he has a pleasant way of biting your hand when it's time for you to stop. I have him slightly trained to the point that when he bites me he immediately runs away... he still bites me, he just doesn't stick around for the retribution. Here are some pictures of my little angel.

April 12th, 2001: This is hard to put into words but here goes... I had to have my little buddy put to sleep on April 11th, 2001. He had just turned 3 years old. It was a very sudden thing involving a blockage in his bladder, him unable to pee, the vet couldn't easily fix it, possible surgery, blah blah blah. Long story short I couldn't stand to see him in pain anymore. He started peeing on the floor (unheard of for him) on Saturday, I took him to the vet on Monday and he was put to sleep on Wednesday. I can't believe how quiet the house is and for as much as I yelled at him I know he just wanted my attention. He was a great cat who only loved me and I miss him more than I've ever missed anything in my life.

I'm sorry, Denby, you will be missed always.