You came to us with a purple collar with a bell on it which you took off within two weeks, but the nickname Jingles stuck. The thinnest of our cats, you ate more human food than cat food. We’ll never forget you and the olive jar! In two states, you were always on our laps on the computer, which made the other cats so mad. When you stopped eating, we knew there was a problem, but we did not know it was a tumor so big it was closing your esophagus. When we saw the x-ray, we knew out time with you was over. You were starving to death. We spent one more day with you, and then watched the life drain out of you. I tried to be strong for you. I hope you are finding many trees to climb and laps to sit on.