The Intelligence Officer of the F.I.A. (feline Intelligence Agency) known as Feanor was a brave cat. He fell on the noisy highway outside of our home trying to deliver his messages of chaos to all cat kind.

Feanor was an alien, it is true, but a very fuzzy alien who did not try to assassinate any of us. Though he did play on the computer some, and he did climb on things and try to escape whenever the door was opened, still as aliens go he was a good alien. He enjoyed having his tummy rubbed, and his favorite pastime was to steal Charlie's rubber bands and play with them. He was very fast at this, and sometimes could steal a rubber band without you even seeing him. He also enjoyed sleeping and he loved milk and would beg for it, and of course, he usually got it.

Feanor was a worthy adversary. Many is the time the two of us tangled. He used to get on the computer and change my image files and save them under new names. He also was very dangerous when it came to whisker trimming and single handedly defeated my generals time and again. He may have looked like he was dumb, but behind those giant amber eyes was a brain of immense proportions.

So, hats off for our fallen foe, Feanor. May his memory live on.

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