In February of 2015, suddenly one Sunday morning, before dawn, Loki passed away. He was barely 6, and it was a tragically sad day. From his earliest kitten days Loki/Bitey Whitey/Lokerson Pokerson/The Locust/Lokitty etc. was a total character. He was super twitchy and went back and forth between a cuddly lovey (and bitey) lap-sitting purrfest and a hyper-spazz-bolting around the house crazy pants. He loved Kiki more than anything or anyone, and I don't think he ever got over that loss.
I'm a plant.
Cold Case is my favourite cop show.