How did they come in to your life, what was your connection like, what made them different from other cats? Are they still with you, if not how do you cope with the loss? Photos appreciated too obvs.
How did they come in to your life, what was your connection like, what made them different from other cats? Are they still with you, if not how do you cope with the loss? Photos appreciated too obvs.
My most favoritest boy in the world is my orange named Lamp. Lamp is a friendly, playful, silly, loud, cuddly, sharp, malevolent, pesty, barfy boy I couldn’t imagine living without. We got him from the used pet shop (Humane Society). We went not knowing what we were looking for. He had a special needs tag on his cage as he was brought in from a hoarder (which is how he got named Lamp) and then adopted and returned 2 weeks later because he didn’t get along with the children in his new home. But he immediately threw his whole body against the cage door for us to pet him and we knew he was coming home with us. Lamp has 26 toes and his favorite toy is a deer hide bee.
I love Lamp 🥹
I’m imagining him throwing himself against the cage door begging for pets and knowing that you were the ones who would give them.
Definitely one of the reasons we kept the name. It’s certainly unique, and we get to make that joke. :D