Eulogy for a cat

Boyo was a humble cat, always gentle, occasionally kind. 

He was a prolific hunter; he caught four wild critters in one day, including a garden snake and an Eastern Screech Owl...snagged mid-flight. Some called it talent. Others thought he might have been a serial killer in another life.

He could scale an 8 ft fence or a tree with ease. Gable roofs and cabin lofts were his particular specialty.

He was a hit with the feral ladies; his pumpkin colored coat was always perfectly groomed. And everyone loved him except Henry, a ginger alpha who lived up the road.

Sadly, he never taught his humans to climb trees.  He deemed them incapable of catching and torturing wild things - a great disappointment.

And not one of them grasped the inexplicable joy of finding the perfect box