It is as if he vanished....poof!
It is interesting how much I miss him. He did not interact with me much. He wasn't the type to cuddle, or even come beg to be petted. He rarely interjected himself in my daily life....unless I was carrying something that obstructed my view (like a laundry basket or big box) and then he loved to run in front of me and stop abruptly. But, when I would come in and see him cuddled on the bed, I would pet him and love on him and he would tolerate it. He frequently chose a spot on the floor in between the kitchen and living room to sleep (perhaps to keep an eye on what we humans were up to) which never seemed really comfy to me. I could think of 100 better places, but that is the one he chose more often than not. He LOVED sleeping in my computer bag on the table. Best place ever in his book. But when I bought him a bed, he shunned it as if it were going to EAT him alive.
|Can't you just read his expression: "What do you mean I can't lay here, it is shaped perfectly for me and is up here on the table where I can see everything at once. Whatever lady...stop flashing that at me, I'm not moving."|
So how come I miss him so much? How come every time I hear the cat door flapping in the wind I go running? Why do I look for him every time I walk in the house?
These are the last two pictures taken of him before he disappeared? Being very cuddly in both! The cold weather seemed to bring it out in him.
|He and Abby had their share of fighting, but when it came time to sleep, he let her rest on him. |
|Almost every night he stood on, kneaded and purred loudly with Glenn. He had the most distinct purr. And have you ever seen a longer tail on a cat? Glenn's vet said he got in the tail line twice.|