It’s more fond memories than sadness. All his zaniness. Letting him out the backdoor and finding him on the roof. Teaching him to use the toilet. The way he used to do CPR on my mustache in the AM when he was hungry.
A nutjob.
Lololol. That was my Kitty, a nut job, but a mean one. She didn’t like anyone or anything, unless of course when she wanted affection.
I won her over......kind of. Took me about 8 or 9 years to learn her “suttle get off me now” body language.
After I learned that, I had many less gashes on my arms!