Furball has been re-homed.
And I am feeling quite sad. he grew from a little scrap of fluff with blue eyes to a sleek predator with golden eyes ringed with eyeliner like an exotic rock star.He would climb the screen door until he was level with my face to ask me to let him in and would chat and give me long slow blinks of those eyes as I prepared his dinner.
I will miss him, but he will be happier. My cat-hating landlord meant he could not have the run of the apartment as he should; he spent much of his time, quite happily I am sure, camoflaged as one of the clutter of cats that roams here.
In fact they will miss him too as they have all become less skeletal and frail since teaming up with Furball and sharing his meals. In return they taught him to hunt, avoid dogs and generally how to be feline. And now he is gone.
To a good home. A woman who would not commit to taking him until she had spent a half hour with him. He sat happily in her arms, purring the whole time, and went into his new carry cage with absolutely no struggle at all.
He didn't even wave goodbye.
I got really fond of the little sod, too.
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I will give "Attilla" a hug and an extra bite of cheese in honor of you and Furball.
It's so hard to see our little ones move on.
Maybe he served his purpose there by teaching the others to hunt and fend, and now it's his time to sit in the lap of luxury.
I know you will miss him a lot.
Christine
It was so odd not having a pale streak dash in to meet my car when I drove into the lot tonight.
But this killed me....
"He didn't even wave goodbye."
The good ones never do. How sad to lose one so fun!