Dylan the Cat

Although this is a blog about dogs I think it's only right I make a post about my recently deceased :::(assumed) cat Dylan. Last weekend I visited home from college and the first thing my mother told me when i got back was "our cat is dead." It was some sucky news. She explained that they assumed he was dead because he hadn't been seen in over a week at that point. He was mostly an outdoor cat who came inside to eat and during harsh weather so after a fews days of not coming to get food we can assume that he died.

Here's the story of Dylan:
My half-brother who is 16 years older than I am was living with his wife who at the time was his girlfriend at our house. They ended up taking a cat from an abandoned litter and bringing it home. They intended for it to be theirs but probably a few months after the fact they moved out into an apartment that didn't allow pets. They intended to take him back when they moved out of there... But then Dylan kept wanting to go outside. He was very persistent but my brother and his wife didnt want an outdoor cat. Eventually he started escaping and coming back every once and a while but then we stopped caring as much because he was doing fine as an outdoor cat and even got rid of all the mice in our garage. When my brother got a house they didnt really want an outdoor cat and we didnt really mind keeping him so he officially became our cat.

He was a pretty good cat. He didnt care too much for getting attention but he was a successful hunter and eater (he was really fat). He wasnt very involved in my life but i still miss him :(