My cat Stanley

Stanley liked to lie down and stretch in the sun.

My cat, Stanley, was a big, fat, orange tabby, and he was really heavy. Stanley was quite hilarious, but sometimes he bit people.

My favorite memory about him was that he was always hysterical and made me laugh. One time my friend, Bret, was over and his sister, Bella, was like “Awww, look how cute!” He started hissing and then he scratched her.

Stanley would fold laundry with us and we would laugh at him. Sometimes my Mom would put underwear capes on him!

He fought with the neighbor’s cat, Wyatt, one time. We came out and there was hair everywhere because they brawled really badly. When we made puzzles, he always peed on them, and that was sad.

His nicknames were “Stuges,” “Stan Geed-Veh” and “Shrooms” … it was really amusing. He would always rub his tail on us. He was actually older than us. He died when he was 15.

This is Stanley in our stroller in 2010.

My mom told me that Stanley used to bring some “gifts” inside the house. Daddy said that when I was little or maybe before I was born, Stanley brought in a bunny head and left it in the hallway. I would be screaming if I saw that. And there was a bird inside flying around one time that he had brought in.

Here’s Stanley with a smug face walking away from Wyatt, his enemy!

Stanley died in January 2017, and we were all unhappy. I loved him because he was funny and adorable. But, he did scratch me a lot.