Pancake grew up in Seattle and first came into my life at the Seattle Animal Shelter. He was very friendly and immediately approached me to give me an affectionate headbutt the first time I met him then. We spent five years in Seattle, where he loved sitting by the window to watch for birds, before moving to San Francisco together in a fraught two-day car ride with lots of meowing. In San Francisco, Pancake made more friends and discovered his love of sitting directly between people on the couch. Pancake was an ambassador for cats and converted many people who were previously not cat people into people who loved cats, including three of my roommates, two of whom have now adopted their own cat. Pancake was always very gentle and could communicate that he didn’t like being pet or touched a certain way just by turning around and giving you a look. As he aged, he battled many chronic illnesses, and faced cancer twice, losing an eye to it. Despite this, he continued to approach life with an agreeable and gentle attitude, not only tolerating his medication but demanding it, because it meant getting treats. He was a very special cat and he will be missed.                                                                                                                                                  –Rachel M.