There's A Spot...

...at the edge of the deck where Elliott hung out mostly.

He kept an eye out on the back door to see if Layne or I were about. He was an outdoorsy kind of guy which meant unless it was very cold or rainy heavy, he preferred to be out. He would run past at full speed, maybe playing with Cynthia, or doing his own personal kitty maneuvers, as little as a few weeks ago. He knew the raccoons would always be out at night but they always got along, and he knew his spot was his spot to hang out. He always acted like he was bored with Robert taking another picture of him. He would always meow back when I would say good morning. He had a soft underbelly.He will be missed.