Our cat "Flint" passed away last week. He was five years old. Wynn named him after one of the players on Harry Potter's Quidditch team.
Flint was a real sweetheart, loveable and gregarious. He was well know in the neighborhood and loved meeting people passing by, as long as they weren't walking a dog! He attracted much attention due to his girth. Flint weighed in at nearly 30 pounds and more than once was mistaken for a pregnant female.
Flint loved to eat and would fall asleep with his head in his food dish. Once, I watched in amazement as he carried a can of the turtle's shrimp pellets, down the stairway from the second floor and into the kitchen, then drop it in his dish. If he had had opposable thumbs, we would have been in real trouble.
Flint was extremely intelligent. Wynn's cousins had accidentally released their hamster in our house and after much searching, couldn't find him. While holding the hamster's cage in front of Flint's nose, I asked him, "where's Teddy?" Flint walked over to the piano and began pacing back and forth. Everyone said I was crazy when I told them Flint knew where Teddy was. Sure enough, later that evening, the little rodent dropped out of the piano. Luckily for Teddy, I heard the little thud as he hit the floor and gathered him up before flint did.
The photo above was taken just before Christmas a few years ago. We had just returned home from The Miquon School's , Winter assembly, hence Wynn's Rudolph nose. I was testing out a Profoto ringflash I had rented from Calumet Photo. We plaster the neighborhood with this image after Flint had been M.I.A. for two days. The mailman rang our doorbell to tell us he had seen that cat up a tree over on Lemonte street. Sure enough it was flint, he was fine but very hungry!
He will be missed.