I never thought I would have to do this again for a long time. And yet again, I have to. So let me pay tribute to the Persian Cat, Savil.

Savil was(for lack of a better term) a diva cat. She was pretty and she knew it. She was the cat who always wanted to be the center of attention. And for the most part she got it. She loved to be lifted and shown like a show cat, which is under the belly and a half-twist of the arm upwards. She never squirmed then.

When Ivy or John would GM, she would jump on the table. Then she would move through all the plates, glasses and soda bottles. THEN she would sit on the GM's notes...as if to say..."And your point is...I'm here!" "Love me...I'm the Persian".

John related a story when Ivy and Sharron were both in Arizona. He was cleaning the house and it was very warm. So he was doing the housecleaning shirtless. He had to move Savil. Savil decided to cling to his chest, claws out--just like the Garfield stickie cats of the early 1990's.

I dont remember Savil at her last moments. I remember her as a wonderfully funny, beautiful cat who took as much love as she gave. I think she was perpetually sticking her tongue out at the world for not letting her be a true show cat. But to us, she was. We will miss you.