I am crying right now. The great Duffy Dean has passed. "Who?," you ask. Those few who read my blog know that he was the Himalayan Sealpoint (I hope I got that right) who was cat partner to my friend Sarah Ramsingh in New York. He was a frequent character in some of my cheeky writing (he even starred in a radio serial), and often served as the foil in correspondence with my friend. I am truly saddened that he fell sick with renal disease. I kept telling him to lay off the catnip-laced martinis and triple margaritas he loved on South Beach while trying to impress his girlfriend Honey Boo Boo. Yes, that one. I know she will be devastated. How I could come to love his leonine locks and sarcastic glance? Despite having never actually been able to hold and scratch him, well, I don't know what it was but I just did. Cute cat charisma. I am going to miss him very much nonetheless, both following his adventures with Sarah, and inventing a few of my own for him. I feel so sorry for Sarah. Already she has been suffering it, but she is not alone in affection and despair for Duff. Just know that he loved you and was lucky you always took him on trips, that of all cats that could have brightened your life, he was the perfect one for this time in your life. Perhaps the loss of Spock was simply too much for him; LBJ's defection from the Heat also took a toll. Go in peace Duffy. Even though Duffy was a lifelong supporter of the Miami Hurricanes, he was secretly a great fan of the South Carolina Gamecocks. I will forever look at his pictures and recall his foolishness, as reported to me. Maybe he is in a Tardis or in cat heaven, but wherever he is I can assure you he will be in the hearts of anyone who got to know him.