12 years ago today, my two best kitty buddies were born. I adopted Othello when he was about 6 weeks old the following month, along with a white cat named Iago who was 5 weeks old. Sadly, Iago is with us in spirit only these days, but Othello’s still a purr-fect gentleman today, having gone through five moves (totaling about 2,000 miles), and here lately, the ultimate indignity, being a mentor and punching bag for his new “little sister.” He’s survived tornadoes, exploding buildings, and a dog moving into the house. He’s a cat of action. He can also sleep just about anywhere – so he’s also a cat of inaction!
Happy birthday, Othello! You’re the best little black cat ever.