I guess I could say a lot about her, but mostly I just think she was the perfect pet. She was the perfect combination of sweet and cruel (only cat lovers can understand this comment). She spent most of her life looking cute and purring, but I also remember her amazing love of Miller Moths. We had a regular infestation of them in Pueblo, and Sweetie would jump up and catch them between her paws, mid-air, and then eat them as soon as she hit the ground. She would have black Miller dust on the white fur around her whiskers. In true cat fashion, she would then go about her business, strutting over to the couch for a nap as though nothing at all had just happened, but she would have the evidence there, all too clear on her furry face.
The other thing that was funny about her was that she had a spot over one eye, and she would spy on people. She would only open the eye that was camouflaged by that spot, and that one only just a slit. She would pretend she had her eyes closed, but she was watching. Here's a picture of her, about a month ago, doing that eye thing:
Sweetie died this morning. She was sixteen.