Cocoa

Cocoa came with a high price. Allison got him on line from a person down south Florida way. Drove down to pick up the fluffy Persian. He was more human in his demeanor than cat, one of the few cats I liked. He had the distinction of getting the blame for either eating or swatting off the counter, the SD card of the photo shoot I had done for Allison, Carson and Pearce. We never found the SD card, assuming it went down the garbage disposal.
Cocoa lived most of his life inside at Allisons, but of late, since the arrival of Carson, was living at my sisters house. He loved to be outdoors, slipping out. It came to the point of just letting him stay outside. My sister had him cut short so he would not be so matted up.
Today upon leaving my house, my sister found him dead in the road. Today is Pearce's 7th birthday at the bowling alley. I do not know if they will wait and tell him or not.
He will take it seriously as he is a sensitive fellow and fears death and things in the dark.