Stewart Wubinski

 

So much more than a cat, he was our friend.

I remember I’d be working on my computer, and he’d walk up and press his head against my forehead and just leave it there, like he was trying to read my thoughts or send me some secret cat message.

Then, as if my magic, I got the message.  “Pay attention to me and not that stupid contraption.”

He always enjoyed watching the birds eat the birdseed just on the other side of the window.  My guess is he enjoyed making them nervous.

When it came time for me to leave, he climbed inside my suitcase and pretended to be a pair of black socks.  It almost worked, until I saw him blink.

"OK, I'm tired now."

We'll always remember Mr. Wubinski