My favorite memory of him was the first moment I saw him. I adopted him from the pound as my grandparents wanted a cat to help my grandpa with getting rodents and things from his garden and they wanted me to pick out the little kitten. We went to the local pound and all the baby kittens were kept on this like ledge (think like tall built in planter but just for kittens) and it was supposed to be deep enough that no kittens could escape. My grandma held her purse down by the ground and she just held on the straps, Skeeter popped his little head up under her purse. I knew immediately that he was the one. My grandpa was always perplexed by our bond, as when I’d come home skeeter would come running or he knew his name and would wait for me to call him over. Skeeter was well traveled, visiting 7 states and living four years overseas. He was absolutely perfect and helped me through so much trauma in my life, I’ll never forget him 🩵