
Many people were aware of Lori’s cat Herbie, and have inquired about what happened to him at the time of Lori’s death. So here’s his story.
Lori always loved yellow cats,

and Mark gave Herbie to her for her birthday soon after their marriage. As his photos show, Herbie is a big, beautiful Maine Coon cat with emerald green eyes who captured Lori’s heart. They trained him well, and he never jumped onto their furniture but loved playing hide and seek—especially with Mark. Herbie didn’t tolerate children, and would hide under the bed whenever a child entered their apartment. He was definitely their “spoiled baby”, and they both loved him. I had agreed to take care of Herbie for a few days prior to Lori’s flying with him to North Carolina. In fact, Lori’s final e-mail message to me concerned her bringing Herbie down to my home on Wednesday evening, July 21, after work.
David and Debra Gehris and I stopped by Lori’s apartment the evening she disappeared (July 19) because we were concerned that Herbie might need food and water. A police officer was stationed at the door, and we were not allowed to enter the apartment; but he promised he would leave food and water when his shift ended and would ask the officer replacing him to do the same. We thanked him and left. None of them had seen Herbie that day as they searched the apartment, but the next day they reported that the food was gone, so we knew Herbie was there somewhere.
Within a few days the police finished with the apartment, and all the boxes and furniture were moved into storage. Still no one had seen Herbie. Debra Gehris and Mark’s brother, Scott, returned to search in all the cupboards and drawers for Herbie, but he was not to be found. Finally, they went into a closet and found a dark hole in the far corner leading into the sub-flooring with tell-tale fur around it.

They called and coaxed, but Herbie would not come out, so Debra went to the local animal shelter where they gave her a special trap cage to try. She put Herbie’s food in it and left it near the hole that night. The next morning, Herbie was in the cage! How happy and relieved we all were!
I have a cat (Lori named her Izzy) who for years has also been an “only child” in my home, and being away almost all the time during the search for Lori, I was afraid to leave Herbie with Izzy for fear they would hurt each other. The Gehrises had just lost their long-time cat whom they loved and cared for many years, so they agreed to take Herbie into their home.

Because he had been so traumatized by the sounds and smells of Lori’s death and the invasion of his space by the police immediately following and then by the movers, he literally howled for five nights. The Gehrises, however (sleep-deprived as they were), continued to work with him each day, loving him and doing all they could to help him adjust to his new life and surroundings. Gradually he stopped howling and began to respond.
Due to their constant love and attention, today Herbie reigns supreme in the Gehris household, well-adjusted, well-fed, and content with all his toys and window seats.

I can visit him whenever I wish, and I like to think that Lori is looking after their Zydra (Dutch name) in heaven.