This might seem a little odd, but I felt I should acknowledge a grey kitten called Jazz - who would've been around 12 this year.
I'm unsure, but I'm pretty sure Jazz was a girl.
When I got my oldest tom, Jazz was a littermate that the couple had taken on too. Both my guy and Jazz had had toilet training issues; they weren't quick learners. Tiny(as my oldest tom was known) weed randomly and Jazz did the opposite everywhere.
When I was offered these two, I didn't feel I'd be able to afford to take both of them as I already had Old Mog. (Little did I know I'd end up with five cats regardless of how stretched finances were!) So I only took "Tiny" as the person I was sharing a flat with preferred him and I knew it would be easier to convince him we could cope with two if it was his favourite. (Just to specify: I don't think I had a favourite. They were both utterly lovely.)
I regret to this day not taking both of them. The unceremonious way Tiny was handed over should've been an indicator of how little these sweethearts were thought of.
Jazz was put in the outhouse as punishment for messing somewhere she shouldn't, and both she and Tiny were recovering from cat flu at the time. The people that had her forgot they'd done it until the next day - and when they checked on her, she'd passed away.
All this happened 12 years ago now, and every time I see a grey cat I feel like crying. Jazz was a sweet, friendly, loving little bundle of fur and was punished because someone didn't have the time or patience to train her properly.
I still can't believe those people could've been so thoughtless.
RIP, Jazz. I'm so sorry I let you down and hope you're happy where you are.
I haven't forgotten you.