Paul, a cat of mystery, mischief, and majestic naps, passed away peacefully after a long and storied life of doing absolutely whatever he wanted. Known for his dramatic sighs, impeccable timing when walking across dinner plates, and uncanny ability to appear wherever a can opener sounded, Paul was a feline who lived large. He chased red dots like they owed him money and judged us all from high surfaces with the kind of quiet contempt only a cat can pull off.
Though he occasionally graced the office with his presence—usually to sit directly on important documents—Paul’s true passion was leisure. He spent his golden years loafing in sunbeams, knocking glasses off tables for sport, and pretending not to hear his name unless it involved snacks.He is survived by a household that still finds fur on everything and a family who loved him beyond reason, despite the emotional toll of living with a creature who thought 3 a.m. was a perfectly acceptable time to sprint down the hallway.
