I just got to thinking about my cat, Tubby. I miss her; she died nearly a year and a half ago.
All I could do that morning was pet her and try to comfort her as she passed away.
She was so sweet to me, tolerated my ex-gf, and was a total ■■■■■ to everyone else. She adored me, though. She was with me for 13 years; hell, I got a paw print tattooed on my leg two days after she died, as a memorial tattoo.
I was gonna name my cat Smokey but when we found out it was a girl I changed the name to Smokette. She was a grey and white tuxedo cat with no white on her face or tail, just on her tummy and paws. She lived 20 years before passing away. She had an irreplaceable personality.
I lost Charlie cat a year ago. She made it to 20 and was a doll like yours. Liked me and tolerated everyone else. Miss her and wish I could have another one but not to be at the moment.
I lost Salem The Cat - He was a bad*** with style and used to purr in my ear in the morning - I still think about him sometimes as the coolest cat I’ve ever had with the IDC attitude except around family.