Fritz was delivered to us in a cardboard box.
Everyone came to visit Fritz on the first day we (illegally!) had him in the dorms.
When we moved off campus and Fritz could legally join us again, he spent lots of time in my loft bed swatting at passers-by.
This was the first of many attempts to keep other cats from eating Fritz's food.
Fritz was always around for movie night.
This has been my phone lock screen for as long as I can remember. Taken by Chad in front of the projector screen in probably 2012.
Our little Firefox.
Always a reminder that work is not the most important thing.
I would often have to move my work up higher than he could stand in front of.
I could be productive if I could get him to sit down.
Fritz was a regular part of my video meetings.
Fritz was in your projects whether you liked it or not.
After Drusilla died, Fritz got along well with Frank and Glenda.
(this is a video, click to watch)
Fritz inspects a fidget spinner.
This was where he needed to be every night. (I needed a haircut.)
Fritz was always around when games were being played on the projector. Here, hangman on floppy disk, with a vocabulary I modified when I was seven years old (who taught me these words?).
Unfortunately my desk is nearest the window with the best light, so the giant cat tree I was gifted ended up in the background of every one of my video meetings.
As typically seen on camera behind me in meetings.
Later on, the Fritz box was made out of solid oak and it had windows for some reason.
Your drink was not safe.
Any entrants to the house through the garage were greeted by Fritz on the sill at face level.
(this is a video, click to watch)
In later years, he went deaf, but that didn't stop him from making noise. If anything he got louder.
(this is a video, click to watch)
Every night we went through this process.
Even Dr. D. Duncan Maysilles was not exempt from Fritz's forceful love.
(this is a video, click to watch)
Fritz had a strange and abiding obsession with going into the laundry room.
(this is a video, click to watch)
Fritz even had to share his love with small loud children. (It helped that he was deaf and thus unbothered by shouting.)
Now I only have this stuffed Fritz. I am deeply grateful to the friend that made it for me years ago.
There are so many more pictures and memories; but this page is long enough.
"They are not gone who live in the hearts they left behind."
- native American proverb