The old man died a few months ago. 19 years ago, we found him on Molokai in the middle of the highway. He was a tiny sick kitten barfing up mac & cheese and so covered in fleas that blood ran out of his fur when we washed him. He had a bad esophagus and barfed if he didn’t eat sitting upright, but he was smart and funny and loving for all his years afterward. This cat could pluck a chicken thigh out of boiling soup, open any doorknob, and pull all the louvers out of a window to escape the house. Love him.