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…..🐟
I
say Thanks for all the cuddles, purrs and gentle biscuits of love and
most of all, being my best furry friend.💔😭 BestFuryFriendForever!🕊
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.
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A few post entries of The early days of Meetso.
