Eno

Eno was Toki's sister and protector. I remember the first time meeting Eno and Toki at Emily's apartment. Eno came out from under the couch to check me out and determined I was worthy of petting her. She was usually happy to meet whoever came over to the house.

Eno would love to flop around on the floor knowing I'd get up to rub her soft belly. She loved catnip and playing. She was an apt huntress too, quick to take down black flies that would sneak in from the back yard. She had her agile years, capable of getting up to trouble high on cabinets, toppling a pizza, spilling a pint of curry or picking through the stir-fry.

Later in life Eno would keep me company while I worked from home, chirping at the birds nesting in the branch just outside the window. Eno learned to ask for food or treats with just the right meow. She'd sing too, especially on trips to the vet. She'd sing "AAAAron oooooh nooo." My favorite feeling in the world was holding her in my arms.

Eno was a great cat and companion.