i have a tonkinese who sounds just like daddy cat. oh he drives me nuts, but of all the many cats i ever had, this one lets me know he loves me.

can live with them....and then, when they're gone...we wonder how we can live without them.



Tikki

Now he and Tate can be little shits together on the other side.



mikey_the_rat

so sorry for the loss of your beloved Daddy. He sounds like my Tuxedo Cat, naughty but loveable at the same time. (((HUGS)))

((((vibes))))

The face!

I'm sorry for your loss. He was a beautiful cat.

like the cat. I'll have to think about it or send it to SalmonChanted!

May Daddy be planning much mischief while waiting for you.

He was such a beautiful boy...no matter how they behave, we still love them...

RIP Daddy the Cat...

What a beautiful boy he was! Yes, life will be easier and quieter...but you miss him already, I can tell...

He was special. And gorgeous!

Safe passage to him...

May you always hear him purring...

sometimes it's the assholes who get a hold of your heart the tightest.

Say hi to all my girls in kitty heaven for me.

Is he the kind that would be admitted to heaven and then promptly shit outside the litter box?

YEP!

It will leave a hole in your heart and life for a while. He sounds so much like Bob. I could never open the fridge without him between my feet.

your beloved Daddy. What a character he must have been, and it's clear from what you wrote that you loved him lots. I'm so sorry he's gone.

Hope you're having fun with my Tommy, and getting bitchslapped by my evil Clarisse She would not put up with your sh*t.

I remember hearing of the many adventures of Daddy. I'm sorry, Bertha. I understand exactly what you mean - life was easier after Clarisse passed (I can't tell you how many thousands of dollars of electronics equipment she ruined by peeing on them) but I loved her dearly.

to curl up. I'll always be partial to tuxedo cats because of that.

... There, there....

My dearest tabby Chester broke every piece of pottery I owned. I finally figured that I continually hollered "Knock it off!!" at him, and he just took it literally.

My condolences on your Daddy cat. I hate to see them go, so much. But there are other cats who need your love and care. Maybe one of them will find you.

RIP Daddy. My dear orange tabby Keiko has been ahead of you almost exactly a year now, and surely is waiting to try to block you from the food dish, as was his favorite sport.

and you have to love him. Mine pee's on the floor in front of the litter box, hisses at my son's cats, but she is the queen. Why we love them so much, I don't know. Why we let them get away with so much is that we love them. Sorry your boy is gone, Bertha.

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I feel your loss. Try to alleviate it somewhat with thoughts of all the good years you
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you were a lucky boy to be loved by Bertha

He was a real brat when he wanted to be. My sister said he was possessed. But then he'd climb into my lap and want to be scritched, and I couldn't stay mad at him. He and Daddy will no doubt become fast friends in kittycat heaven.

Buddy was a tuxedo/Sylvester cat.

Buddy was a jerk.

Somebody threw him out when he was less than a year old and he showed up on our doorstep. I told the wife that she could feed him but he would come into the house over my dead body. You know how that worked out.

Buddy was an indoor cat for a couple of years. He used the litter box and everybody was happy.

Then he changed. Even though he was fixed, he started spraying in the house. I said he would have to be an outdoor cat or we would have to get rid of him. We started letting him out and he became an indoor/outdoor cat. He still sprayed inside sometimes and we just sprayed him back with a water bottle and cleaned up afterwards. I had to replace our a/c registers (a favorite target) on a regular basis. the bottoms of our steel doors (another favorite target) got rusty and we taped paper towels over them.

Buddy liked people food, especially peas and broccoli. Eventually we just automatically put a little plate out for him.

For the last few years of his life, Buddy had a thyroid problem. We gave him pills which he spit out more often than not. He went from 16-17 pounds to 6-8 pounds. He vomited a lot and we spent a lot of time cleaning carpets.

He reached the end of the line at a respectable 14 years old. That was 6 months ago.

I really miss that little shit.

I know what it's like to lose a kitty and it's very hard and painful.

Hopefully Daddy will have fun with Tabby across the Rainbow Bridge.

Sorry for your loss.

wow, a cat can mess with your head. one of the cat pack does that, gets me every time, then she'll slap her brother. i am sorry for your loss.