Moon was a small beast, a wild creature. She was full of mischief and silliness. We dearly loved her tiny paws, her soft ears, and her bright yellow stare. She wanted to be with us always, whether that meant sitting in a warm lap, or riding around on our shoulders like a parrot.

In her too short life, she climbed the highest cabinet, explored the darkness under the bed, hunted every bug, clawed every piece of furniture, and stalked the fluttery birds from her window perch.

She was our precious girl and will be terribly missed.