I realize not everybody is a cat person. I'm not here to convince anybody otherwise. But I can say with certainty that anybody who has had my brother's cat, Taz, curl up on them and did not find him to be the most fabulous creature in the world, that person is an absolute, stone-hearted, bastard.
Taz passed away last night and I just wanted to pay tribute to the friendliest cat I'd ever met. For all my brother's teasing and taunting and shaving, not to mention surviving my nephew's terrible two's (and three's and four's and five's), this cat loved people. One of a kind and he will be missed.