He’s my pride and joy. 14+ pounds of tomcat, but as far as I’m concerned he’s still the 6-week-old kitten who ran up my arm, curled up on my shoulder, and purred like a chainsaw.
I totally understand.
It was that way with my Rocket, RIP. When we got him from Animal Alliance in California, we didn’t have the cat
carrier with us, but in the car, he curled up immediately on my lap and made himself my cat then and there.
After we took him to the vet and got rid of his ear mites (the poor little guy), he was a very good boy for fifteen years.
I miss him every day.
And I have his kitten picture, too. Thanks for the adult pic. (I have taken a copy of that, too.)