Cinder, when we found you as a tiny, feral kitten living in the blackberry bushes, you were so small, you fit in the rat-sized live trap. It didn’t take long for you to tame down, and get your signature move of sitting up on your hind legs like a little black bear and make me smile. You always loved the dogs; I think maybe you thought you were one of them. You were always so sweet every day of your 19 years. RIP Cinder, our little fur-person.