August 20, 2009 – January 10, 2022
My silly, sweet, tail-flagging, rumpus-making, handsome ginger boy Vladimir was diagnosed with intestinal cancer after having a bloated abdomen. He was a kittenish boy, which made it harder to realize his actual age. Below is a quintessential video of his silliness. For context, I was away and the large, lidded container holds kibble; the cat sitter had moved it to the front porch. The small plastic container I used as a scoop. Vladimir realized that on some very lucky instances he could dislodge a full, covered container and, if the stars aligned, the lid would pop off when it hit the floor. Vladimir was a lover of the repetitive and could entertain himself for a surprisingly long time by pushing down a cardboard flap on a box that would then snap back up, and be pushed down again and snap back up, and on and on. No pictures give a proper sense of the loveliness of his flagging tail or the sound of him coming down a full flight of stairs in a total of five thumping strides.
He had a lovely life and is survived by his whole family: his mother and father, Mitsy and Cousin, and his sister. Claribel. We will all miss him and his sweet silliness.