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[iggiecat]

I love all the tributes, stories, poems, etc that everyone puts down for their beloved pets. In order for me to deal with my dear Smokey being gone, I've been trying to think of all the things he did that made me laugh, smile, or feel so incredibly loved by him. I was hoping I could start a thread where we could each in turn share something amazing about our passed furbabies.

I'll start..

Smokey used to give me what I called 'smokey-kisses' he would actually give me a kiss on a spot on my arm or leg, or sometimes my face if he was sleeping on my head (he usually did) These weren't licks, but much more humanlike kisses, and they were so sweet. I could even request them from him too!
Smokey would also sing in the bathtub, join me in the shower, and sleep on my head.

Ever since Smokey passed, Kramer has started his version of Smokey-kisses, he's not able to give them the same way, but he does a random one or two licks that he NEVER did before Smokey left us, a little odd ??

Iggie was a polydactyl tabby I had for a short 3 years when I was a teenager, he actually taught himself to pee in the toilet !! We thought my little sis wasn't flushing the potty - lol then I walked past the bathroom one day, and there was iggie, half in / half out using it!! It was such a trip!

[Jon730]

The laser pointer is great. I liked to turn it off just as they slapped their paw down on it. Sadie used to think it was under her paw and would slowly try to lift it without letting it escape. lol.

(Sadie is one of the most beautiful cats I have seen in a long time. What a pretty face!)

Poor old Miles sniffed at the laser dot, realized it had no flavor or calories, and never looked at it again! She was a very smart cat, but often used her intelligence to avoid work, or other things that may have been undiginified.

My other cats love the laser and beg to play with it. Sam the Siamese stops outside my office door and STARES at the wall where it sometimes appears. Her magic works because after a while I am obligated to reach for the Lasermouse and make it happen. Both will chase it tirelessly.

Sam is so far doing fine and still acts like a kitten, but she is no Spring chicken. I try not to think of her age any more. It is more than ten years, and because of Mile's loss I cannot face another for a while.
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She and Miles got along well enough, but Miles kept everyone else from getting tool close to her "Husband". Sam KNOWS that something is wrong around here.