Baxter Black was adopted as a replacement kitten for Stella when her brother died young. They quickly assumed a sibling sort of relationship with Stella tacitly in charge.
He grew up to be a voracious eater, was treated by Dr. Plotnick for obesity and never forgave me for the boring diet to which he was condemned. Not surprisingly, he learned to sit and roll over on command in return for a small tasty treat.
This quirky, curmudgeon kitty kept me in line; his own personal grooming left much to be desired, but if I didn’t keep a tidy home he would “mark” any offending article of clothing that was left too long on the floor.
After Stella died Baxter made it clear he wanted to be my only pet and so he was for another four years. His silky black coat was my ultimate luxury and his devotion was life’s palliative. He leaves a very big void.