My friend had to put his autistic cat to sleep today because of a rapidly-growing tumor.

She never meowed and would communicate via bites. I got to know her when I visited him in Portland, and I learned that she’d accept affection if you knew how to handle her, and didn’t flinch at the bites.

Visiting him after he moved back to Chicago, she’d run right up to me, bite me hello, and settle in my lap for petting. It’s a really sad day. My friend says he’s at an all time low, and I’m pretty miserable about it myself. She was a unique animal.