With the move, we left the sweet Greyster to reign as king of Encino hills while we toil in the flats once more. The only thing that quiets the pangs of missing him is to recall an evening not too long ago, where Grey strolled into the yard, sat at the corner of the pool, and watched the sun set over the San Fernando valley. His tail moved, only a little, but when it was all over and the sky still glowed with borrowed sunlight, he did that sighing thing that content cats do.