To all the cats I have known and loved.
To the black cats, the white cats, the tabbies, the Persians, the house cats, the alley cats, the strays, the feral ones, and the friendly ones.
To the cats who came when called, and the ones who only came when they felt like it.
To the cats who slept beside me, watched over me, ignored me, judged me, comforted me, and somehow made every house feel more like a home.
This book is for you.
For your mystery, your mischief, your independence, your quiet wisdom, and your strange little ways of showing love.
You walked across my floors, across my furniture, across my papers, and across my heart.
This is something to remember you by.
With love, gratitude, and a few scratches,
**YNOT**