Lucas arrived in our house, almost a decade ago, in a roundabout manner. He had been a rescue, brought from Texas as a companion for the aged parents of a dear friend, and, when those parents moved from assisted living into a full-time care arrangement, the cat was not allowed to follow them. Worse, he couldn't stay in their family, due to their powerful allergies. After a very brief discussion, my parents offered to take the wee beastie into our family. We already had, at the time, a 98-pound weakling of a Labrador retriever and a 7-pound, half-feral female cat, so was clear there was still room for a pet in the remaining lap. And thus it was that Mom brought the tiny tyrant into our home.
Through the years, he took on many different roles to hold his power base, from member of the pack
to god-emperor and,
most important, friend.
May we all meet again in his newest home, some day.