Francisco "Pancho" El Matador De Santiago RIP

The Master of the House, a great feline of sorts. Circa 2012. Lived joyfully 2006-2017.

Tragedy shockingly struck our family, again. Pancho waited for his faithful owner to return from college, he loved on her and after her 19th birthday-- he disappeared into the great outdoors and perhaps found his solace in the Ozark mountains. He left us too soon, this fat, cherubic cat.

 Pancho wasn't one for frills or formalities, when he liked someone, he let them know. When he hated someone, he usually left them a dead present or puked close to their surroundings. He had a frail stomach and preferred delicious kitty meaty food. 

A world traveler, Pancho came from humble beginnings. Born on a farm in Pea Ridge, he grew in stature and kitty-trotted through the southwest and even lived in Mexico. Never afraid of a challenge, he became bilingual and after beating up Mexican cats, he decided to hang his kitty boots and come back to Arkansas to spend the rest of his days loving his humans and terrorizing the local vermin. 

Pancho spent his last days loving on his Nena. Good bye Pancho. We keep waiting for your return yet understand you are off to chase mice in kitty heaven. We've felt your ghost trotting through the halls and if one sits still, we see a flash of fur. Thank you for the love, our baby darling. May we be as courageous and dedicated as you were to hitting the streets.

Adios al gato mas guapo. Te vamos a extrañar. Send us well wishes from kitty heaven.