Tasha, what a beautiful name and I know an awesome kitty that gave such love and enjoyment to you, and cat-panions on this earth. Talkative and making sure you weren’t spending too time on the typeable telly :)
A Calico named Sassy was such as well, and would not let me place her on the floor while I got ready for work. It was Sassy in one arm, toothbrush or comb in the other. She firmly let me know when I’d spent for her a bit too much ticks on the clock, as well as Krystal as she was rescued a bit later in years.
Sassy became diabetic and waxed thin, but forged on bravely and was sweetly greeting all with her signature kiss on the cheek and was there to greet my sister and her husband when they took over her care. My brother-in-law cried when she was put to rest.
Your story is another of how God’s Love is emparted toward us through His Created furry creatures, both great and small.
Tasha also made sure I got up to give her breakfast in the morning. Around daybreak, she would jump in my bed, purring loudly. If that didn’t wake me up, she would bat my face with her paw.
Currently, I am friends with a neighbor’s cat, a tuxedo boy named Kirby. He likes to come into my home until I give him some hard tack to entice him out. He never purrs, but he flops around on his back to show his affection.