See you later my little “lion tiger” and my cuddle bug.
Gone
way too soon my little cuddle bug. Sep 20 2022. Early Tuesday morning.
In a
world full of dark hearten people you were my ray of sunshine. You
never pushed me away like people tend to do.
You
loved to give and get cuddles. I gave you many treats and special
foods despite certain foods that were off limits. You kept me warm on
my bed like a hot water bottle.
You
knew how to say “nom-noms” and you knew what it meant. You knew
what the word “treats’ meant and you knew it was something
special. You had a lovely robust purr of a male cat that intensified
when I scratched and stroked you just so. You followed me everywhere
like a lamb and even ate the sweet blades of grass growing in odd
places near the flowers. You loved your catnip box and slept in it
like Garfield. You loved to play games such as chase the thrown and
bounced food kibble. Chasing the lazar pointer light and even a
simple bamboo stick under a sheet or sticking behind the closet door and then you pounced on it or pawed it. You
loved my homemade fluffy pompoms. They were lots of fun. You loved the rubber mice I had placed underneath my record cabinet. You'd pretend to catch an evading mouse. But shoes
gave you the creeps. I saw you often taping them cautiously with you
big fluffy paws. Might be a giant centipede under there?
You
had soft orange and white fur on your stomach, softest as the softest
cotton. You had a long fluffy tail like a dusting wand. You plucked
it every spring till your tail resembled a fluffy lions tail to keep
it neat and tidy, free from debris and knots. You had lovely back fur
that stood on end gave you a porcupine look when defending your honor. Your back end featured lovely curly white hair. Unusual for a
pussycat. You had big muscular white paws even though dainty hid
deadly claws. But you kept them in for cuddles. Your head was shaped
like a tiger's with main included. The white triangle on your face was
one of your unique features that made you stand out. You always
smelled like fresh Landry and your feet occasionally like corn chips.
Even though you were a grown cat you will always be my little kitten.
During the day, you remained in your little back yard domain. Your
little backyard jungle domain. Sleeping the day away or excitedly
chirping at your favourite birds in the trees and bushes.
Occasionally you rocket up a bush or tree. Did you catch a snack? I wonder?
You chilled off near our pond watching the colourful fish. At night
you love to hang out on top of our house roof. Spotting owls, bats
and nighthawks as they flew by or catching dinner. Sometimes you
loved yourself a snack and would announce yourself with a meow near
my bedroom window. Occasionally you like to tour the neibourhood at
night while everyone is a sleep. Painting the town yellow. But now
you are over the rainbow bridge with all the other former feline
friends. Some feathers friends too and even a few scaly ones as well.
I hope I get to see you all again where it never gets cold. Full
of welcoming swaying palm trees. He says see you later and thanks for
all the fish…..π
I
say Thanks for all the cuddles, purrs and gentle biscuits of love and
most of all, being my best furry friend.ππ BestFuryFriendForever!π
Please
note……
This
post was never meant to be poetic or “rhymy” it was just in honor and much loved
of a furry best friend taken way too soon and was written from the
heart. Thank you!
And
Thank you buddy!
Some pics of the past and present.
Meetso enjoys the early spring sunshine in the garden on a mini green house box.
Meetso poses with my new Garfield pillow.
Meetso does not like his new friend Felix just off frame on the portch. This was his last pic of him taken.
Meetso and his "lion tail"
A Birthday card featuring Meetso.
Meetso enjoys his catnip box Garfield style.
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A few post entries of The early days of Meetso.