Quincy took up residence in our garage/compost last winter, and was eventually adopted by the neighbors. They called him Eddie, Mr. Bubbles or Little Tiger, but we called him Quincy. He became quite friendly, and he always had a word to share when he saw me in the morning. Yesterday he tried to follow me to work, jumping ahead of me, lying down on the sidewalk in front of me, tagging my jeans. Today we went with our neighbor to collect his body from the street one block over.
I am sad. This fine cat was probably Otis’ cousin, after all. And he was a damn fine mouser, too.
