Farewell, Cobb

Amanda texted yesterday to tell me that Cobb wasn’t doing well. Cobb, short for Mr. Cobblepott, was a cat we adopted when we first moved to Wilmington. He was actually living under the house we rented, having been left there by the previous occupant. Sometimes we’d hear him under there and we started leaving food out for him. One day the front door was open and he just ran inside. After that, he was our cat. He was a very sweet cat. He was big and yellow and had a pink nose when a few freckles on it. Since we already had Bruce, we had decided to stick with a theme and give him a Batman-related name. We thought he …