I don’t know what to do right now, I want to wish everybody a Happy Caturday, but I just can’t feel it right now.Last evening Chester passed in his sleep with Roy right next to him. Lately they’ve taken to napping together in the overstuffed Victorian chair in my office while I work on my art. It sits behind me and to my left, it’s back to the window, making for a nice perch for kitties to look out of.Before Barbara got sicker from her MS, she used to sit there with me, on her PC and we would surf and play games together.Chester usually naps after dinner and up to bedtime on occasion, so I thought nothing was amiss for at least 2 hours. Roy got up but Chester did not even stir.I froze in horror as I looked at his side and saw no breathing! I went to pick him up and he was cold and stiff.Barbara and I are heartbroken. She thinks it may be Cardiomyopathy, because it was so sudden and without any suffering.Chester was in excellent form earlier, play the endless games of fetch, wanking on his favorite fleece two times, good appetite, as vocal as always.In another week he would have been 8 months old, Mama was up all night looking out the window and we heard her crying off and on for a hour.I did all my crying this morning and still have a few more to shed. I have to go out and see if I can dig a grave for Chester, we don’t have the luxury of cremating him, when we owe money to the landlord, etc.Chester was loved everyday, played with, cuddled and kissed. He was such a smart little baby, and would talk your ear off. If you spoke to him or meowed, he would talk back, every time. I’ll Miss you my Talky Tiger R.I.P!