Stevie, in 2012, illustrating how Performance Enhancing Drugs (PEDs) can come in different forms.
She was a stray, not-quite-feral cat who turned up in our barn five years ago and quickly moved in.
The second time my blog received national recognition, there was Stevie again. This time, in 2013, showing how cheaters have manipulated All-Star Game balloting.
I had not only a friend, but an excellent Baseball Bloggess co-pilot.
She came along as I read War & Peace a few off-seasons ago …
She wrongly picked the Atlanta Braves to win the 2015 World Series …
And, sometimes she was plunked into a post for no reason, other than she was just so damn cute …
She was one of the sweetest, friendliest, purringest cats I’ve ever known. (And, I’ve known a lot of cats.)
She was my BFF.
She got along with the other cats in the house. She was a “no drama” kitty.
She didn’t mind people and wasn’t one of those run-and-hide-in-the-box-springs cats when strangers walked in.
She got sick a couple days ago, although it was hard to tell because she kept purring and carrying on with her regular routine. She slept every night right next to my head. Just like always. She purred.
But, her favorite thing in the world was a meal (she was pretty starved when she turned up at our house those years ago, so it was no wonder that she delighted in a bowl of food more than anything else). And, when she stopped eating we knew that something was wrong.
It was. And, yesterday we had to say goodbye.
Someone once commented on one of my posts that I should change the name of my blog from The Baseball Bloggess to something more general, so I could write about other things.
They didn’t understand. The Baseball Bloggess can write about whatever she wants.
And, today she wants to write about Stevie.