Loki was a starving stray that I found in the barn in November of 2011. Once I fed him (he was so hungry he would open his mouth and scoop as much dry food into his mouth as he could) he decided to stay.
He spent the next eight years with us, coming and going as he pleased, catching mice out in the pasture, hunting birds, and doing what cats do. He had health issues off and on over the years, which worsened with age. At the end, he left this earth surrounded by his family and canine friends, on his soft fuzzy cat bed.
We miss your sweet face, floofy white-tipped tail, and your cattitude. Safe journey, Mr. Loki L’Orange.