Tiger. We had him for 11 years. He was so affectionate and would meow at me, and I would meow back. Then he would do the same back. I would put my arms out, and he would stand on his hind legs and put his front paws on me so I would pick him up like a baby.
He would always lie in my bed, or when I lay down, he would sleep on my stomach. Sometimes he would climb onto my shoulder and lie there while I sat in my chair at my computer.
He loved food, and he liked it when I used one of those toys with a stick and a toy hanging from the end of a string. He was so lazy that he would just lie there, swiping at it.
He loved going out on the enclosed porch, looking out the windows, and lying in the summer sun. He had his brothers, Snowball, Stubby, and Blackbean. Blackbean and he were especially close. Blackbean would follow him everywhere and run up next to Tiger when he was lying down. Tiger would wrap an arm around his head and start grooming him, and they would lie next to each other cuddling. Tiger seem to act like a mother or some kind of parent to him because blackbean didn’t have his mother very early in his life so he really took to tiger in that aspect.
Snowball was the only one who smelled him and had a reaction to his death. Stubby smelled him and didn’t really react, and neither did Blackbean. He didn’t seem to know.
He will be missed so badly. I loved him so much. I love you, Tiger.