had to say goodbye to our remaining 18 year oldish cat, V (yes, for vendetta), today.

a catdog you could pick up, flip over, and carry about, V was always disappearing to narnia via various cabinets and or trader joe’s bags, couldn’t get enough of water (cups! sinks! TUBBIES!), and also definitely got her MBA and learned how to knit based on the number of photos i have of her being my dedicated daemon during those activities.