He was a replacement cat for the cat who grew up with me passed away after a long life of being harassed by me and my siblings. So, one day I was picked up after marching band practice as a junior in HS by my folks who told me they got a kitten for me. They let me name him and the first night I got him, I stayed in (despite the protests of my then boyfriend) - and let the kitten sleep with me. The kitten then returned the favor by puking kitten chow on my pillow, but I kept him. Eventually I got wise and dumped the boyfriend and replaced the boyfriend's picture with the kitten's picture in my little heart shaped picture frame I kept on my dresser.
He (the kitten) had three legs (lost one to a bizarre injury that made him lose use of that leg. We could never figure out what exactly happened - and it had to be amputated.) and would nip you if you petted him in the wrong place (LO did not like that at all) and he walked around with tufts of fur jutting out these past few years and he remained a puker.
He also managed to roam a quarter mile away from home quite regularly and would catch small animals as well as the other cats in the household with four legs.
He at least died in his sleep. He was almost 16 years old and an outdoor cat to boot. Goodbye kitty. You will be missed.
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