Came home on Halloween Day 1992.
Softest fur. Ever.
Loud, demanding meow.
Beautiful big green eyes.
Loved to roll around in the sunny patches on the carpet.
Although he was very ill, we rolled around in the sun together our last weekend.
Routinely bumped his head against things; a table leg, the dresser, a human leg. Very clumsy!
Only cat I’ve ever had who would reach out and tap you on the shoulder or arm or face to get your attention.
Would pull my glasses off my face.
Ran around pell-mell with his string; we’d hear him over head “clomp clomp clomp”. The cat had dozens of toys and yet he wanted to play with a string!
Protested loudly when subjected to a ride in the car.
Loud and constant purr.
Made a funny “uh-mah” noise when he jumped up onto the bed at night.
Had to knead his blanket before he went to sleep.
Had the sweetest little white chin which was often covered with crunchie-crumbs.
Came to really dig hanging out in the perch we got him when Lucy arrived.
The perch was the last place I ever saw him when we said our final good-byes.
Would take naps with me on the green couch every afternoon. It was OUR time (the dog had to stay downstairs).
Nigel’s little brother.
Would come running for food.
ALWAYS a barfer and plant chomper!
Left us on Leap Year Day.
I heard one of his last meows over the phone.
Peaceful and quiet at the end.
The Gangster Kitty.
Our Sweet Pal.
Never second best.