Dax Obituary

We said goodbye to Dax today. The cat no one ever sees was 17 and raised from a little blind fur ball that didn't even know how to meow. He somehow found his way up three stories of stairs to find Julie and her cat Kafka who took him in one hot Arizona night. He loved running and sleeping. He could go from a dead sleep to 100 mph with one startling noise. Often times it was funny how he would be running so fast he couldn't stop on the hardwood floor and crash into something as his back end swung around while the front went straight (much like a loose race car). Many a time I witnessed him bounding up the staircase and maybe hitting one stair from top to bottom with his long leaping strides. He also slept with Julie every night purring her to sleep. When all was safe in the house, leave it to him to cater-wall till all hours of the morning. He could track down bugs with the best. I'll miss seeing him drink out of the bathtub. I'll miss hearing the sound of his bounding strides up the stairs. The crash of him hitting something while running. His weird purr, and most of all his singing at night. Now he can go play with Kafka, Tiger, his arch enemy Cosmo, and Snowball, the other half of "the brothers orange." Have fun. Thanks Dax. Love your family.