Spot was the smallest kitten in her litter. The other kittens were big, fat, and slothful and lazed away their days doing absolutely nothing. But not Spot. With towering intellect and extreme discipline, she became a warrior against vermin. Mice fell at her feet and snakes trembled. If Spot had a weakness, and I’m not saying she did, it was her mother, Druzilla. Dru and Spot lived in the same house for fourteen years, and during that time Dru stole Spot’s food and occupied Spot’s favorite lookouts. But Spot persevered until one day, one sad day, her mother passed away. I’m not saying Spot was involved. Dru was old, the stairs were very steep, and accidents happen. But once Dru was out of the way, Spot was free. She ate all she wanted, and yes, she did gain some weight. But she carried it well; no one would ever guess she weighed almost ten pounds. And thus it was that Spot ruled her kingdom for almost two years until her time came and she passed away peacefully, her work done.