DSJR
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I'm reading this thread with tears in my eyes remembering my/our two, the last one passing back in 2008. Not a day goes by without me thinking of them and how much they enriched my life when I was single and all three of us after I married and our son came along. We made a (financial largely) decision not to adopt any more right now and until last year, we had a couple of neighbours cats come to visit at various times for a good fuss and some peace. Both have now passed and we're bereft, despite my better half being a dog person really.
Oh yeah, five am or so, Titch would jump on the bedside cabinet and gently tap my nose (no claws) or if that didn't work, he'd climb on me and knit the bed-clothes, gently purring and smiling at me when I finally surfaced. Ollie would tap my nose, but with his sharp little needles so I got the idea VERY quickly.
These two were my dearest friends and I loved them unconditionally. Ollie had two favourite places, his food bowl and a nice bed to snuggle and sleep on. 'His Royal Titchpuss' would always come and greet visitors though before sauntering off - we called him Snooty-Paws and he and I could 'communicate' almost without words. Many a Sunday afternoon in my single days with himself curled up in the best 'listening chair' (speakers off of course) and me in the corner chair reading a book quietly so as not to disturb him...
Blessed days they were. I hope once we've settled we can be adopted by another feline friend.. Apologies for the tale above, but it just came tumbling out...
Oh yeah, five am or so, Titch would jump on the bedside cabinet and gently tap my nose (no claws) or if that didn't work, he'd climb on me and knit the bed-clothes, gently purring and smiling at me when I finally surfaced. Ollie would tap my nose, but with his sharp little needles so I got the idea VERY quickly.
These two were my dearest friends and I loved them unconditionally. Ollie had two favourite places, his food bowl and a nice bed to snuggle and sleep on. 'His Royal Titchpuss' would always come and greet visitors though before sauntering off - we called him Snooty-Paws and he and I could 'communicate' almost without words. Many a Sunday afternoon in my single days with himself curled up in the best 'listening chair' (speakers off of course) and me in the corner chair reading a book quietly so as not to disturb him...
Blessed days they were. I hope once we've settled we can be adopted by another feline friend.. Apologies for the tale above, but it just came tumbling out...