Yesterday, at 5:34pm, Jifader called me to tell me that Humphrey was dead.
Our neighbor found him in her yard and came to tell her.
He never chased cars.  He hated them.  But so many fuckers have got to get to their drug deals over the hill that they go speeding along a narrow road with cars parked along one side.
Humphrey had more love in him than I would have thought possible in his slender frame.  It must be a trait of orange tabbys.
"Humphrey-bear, bouncing here and there and everywhere.  He's a fluffy hat with bright orange hair.  He is a Humphrey-bear."
He would have been five on Halloween.
Goodbye, Humphrey.  I love you.