R.I.P Crystal (~1994 - 2008)
When I was young and stupid, I wasn't very nice to Crystal, but she always forgave me. Ever in search of familial love, she had a habit of sucking on people's earlobes. That was her way of getting to know someone.
I think the best cats are other people's cats, which was true for Crystal when I moved away from home. She'd be eager to see me when I visited, if only to serve as a brief respite from the chaotic dogs in her life. As she grew older, she seemed to become more mellow and at peace with the world – far above all the riff-raff of people and animals coming and going from her life. Just taking life one day at a time.