Draco Ecklund

Draco was the strangest cat. He would announce his entry into a room by screaming at the top of his lungs – not meowing, mind you, but screaming - at least until you acknowledged his presence. 

He loved nothing more than you sitting on the floor next to him, claws deep in the carpet, and you trying to pick him up. The purrs were deafening.  Quite often, he would get this look in his eye, and you just knew – he would not leave you alone until you let him lick your head.  He would lick floors, walls, and ice water – ice water was his favorite treat. 

We will forever miss his screams, purrs, demanding presence, strangeness, and, most of all, the vast amount of love he gave.  RIP Draco.  2014-2023