By Cheryl here. Thomas lost his battle with the infection in his eyes last night. I don’t know if his attempt to get on the washer contributed to his death, but it woke me up last night. He was fine at 4am. When I went to feed him at 7, he was gone.
I know I haven’t been maintaining this site as I should, but I’m going to work harder at it this year. Alex will be the spokescat from now on.