Mrs. Marbles graced our lives for five years. We adopted her as a “senior, couch potato” cat from Heart of the Valley. Were they ever wrong! Once she started mousing, she cleaned out our neighborhood. Marbles lived on the golf course, and would eventually go up to golfers, looking for a head pet. She strengthened her hurt hip with all the running about. She was a joy to live with. In the summer, she slept under the peonies, behind the catmint she loved. That’s where her ashes will go. Rob and I miss you very much, dearest cat.