In loving memory of a very good cat

Chester

Serena’s sweet boy · gone home June 2026

late morning

Some cats live in a house. Chester ran his. He had opinions about doors that stayed closed, a sixth sense for the exact moment you sat down, and a gift for finding the one warm patch of sun in the whole place and holding it all afternoon.

He was a small, certain presence in every room. The house is quieter now in a way that has nothing to do with sound.

This page is a little patch of sun for him to keep.

afternoon

Little things we loved

The thunder of him coming down the hallway at dinner time
The slow blink that meant all is well
His tail curling around your ankle like a question mark
Biscuits kneaded into the softest blanket he could find
The way he supervised everything from the highest perch
How he always knew which lap needed him most

golden hour

An album of him

Photos are on their way. Each one will get its own frame here.