A brilliant, if stoical, connoisseur of shrimp dinners, nepeta cataria (catnip), and humans, he could be a critic without being critical, taught us many valuable lessons, and defined friendship. If he didn’t land on your lap this time around, maybe the next. Diagnosed with feline diabetes mellitus, he defied the conventional wisdom to eventually trim down from his stately 21 (or so) pounds to become a sleek gallant and not only survive, but thrive. Ostensibly an "indoor cat" (a label he eschewed, having neither faith nor confidence in labels), he occasionally found his way to the lawn and gardens to enjoy the foliage. He endured a brief illness which ended peacefully this afternoon. If you can, raise a glass of something to Mouse The Cat. For him: We wish an eternity of grass, catnip, and fresh breezes.