It was a tough week dealing with the unexpected loss of my cat, Hobbes. He had been sick but I didn't think it was as bad as it was. I had both cats at the vet for their annual appointment and it quickly became apparent that I was going to go home with only one cat. These past few days without him have had me getting used to his absence. He was always around, more like a dog than a cat.
So, much in the vein of what I did when I lost Nik here are a few things about my kitty.
He would often sleep with a glimpse of his little pink tongue sticking out. I would occasionally put a drop of milk on it when he was sleeping to watch his reaction at the unexpected treat.
I did not sleep alone. If I said it was time for bed, he would head to bed. If I was reading, he'd always reach out a paw to touch my arm. And then he would get annoyed when I would move that arm to flip the pages. When the lights went out, he would sleep touching me. If he really missed me, he would sleep on my chest or head. It was like having a heart attack or sleeping with a big, furry hat.
Right before he'd fall asleep, he'd give one long, drawn out purr like he was shutting down.
He was not the best hunter. He once caught a bird, but it was because it pretty much flew into his mouth. His prey was the dead autumn leaves that would swirl outside my door each Fall.
He was a polydactyl cat, which gave him thumbs. He could open most doors and once opened my freezer door while I was at work. He also once broke into my neighbors kitchen in the middle of the night to eat their cat's food.
He was mostly good to Jack but occasionally he would have to be in the spot she was in and would annoy her until she left and he could have it.
Whenever I would come home, he'd meet me at the door. The minute I would sit down he'd climb in my lap, even if I was only sitting for a minute to tie my shoes.
He was the center of attention, even if there was a houseful of people here. He'd plop down into the middle of everyone with his white belly up just waiting for someone to pet him. He did have a chauvinistic streak and would forget all about me if a man was in the house (friend, neighbor, Verizon guy).
He was my tri-state kitty (MA, CT, and NY). I adopted him when he was 6 weeks old and he was loaded with fleas. Which he promptly gave to Jack. There were baths and I got many scratches to resolve that issue.
He was always there to cheer me up. No matter if I was sick, sad, angry, broken hearted, depressed or just not myself he was there to purr and purr until I felt better. He also never minded if I cried and my tears fell into his fur.
Goodbye my boy. Thank you for everything. You are sorely missed.
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