Got her from the Humane Society when she was eight or so weeks old, and she'd curl up on our ribs or collarbone and purr us to sleep in cold Minnesota spring nights.
Nigh a decade later, and she still jumps on my chest in the middle of the night, purring loudly.
I'm gonna miss her: my wife (long jealous of shredded furniture and cat-barfed-on clothes), less so.
Yes I understand, I am a cat lover too, I just don’t have one anymore. Cat allergies cropped up and made my eyes itch and my nose run. We had 7 cats and 5 dogs at the same time. Too many, I know, but we couldn’t pass up a homeless stray. The last cat was Motorola, a stray from down on the Tex-Mex border. Covered with ringworm but that is curable. When Motor passed on, no more kitties here, just dogs. We have 4 dogs even though the neighborhood and the city of Houston limit is 3. So sue me! Our next door neighbor has 2 English Mastiffs and she told me if we are ever told we must get rid of a dog, just to tell them one of ours is really hers.