Friday, December 3, 2010
It's so hard to believe that he's really gone. He was the first cat we ever had who was friendly and would let us pick him up, cuddle him, and would purr on our laps. He was so patient and tolerant and was wonderful with children.
He was a Scottish Fold-- the only bred cat we've ever had, and probably ever will. He had medium-length fur that was so soft, especially right under/behind his tiny folded ears. His front paws were big and faced out like a ballet dancer's. He was a pretty quiet cat and would really never cry unless it was time for him to be fed.
The first night we got him, he slept in my room with my sister and me, and he ran in circles for hours! Eventually he settled on top of my head, kneading and purring away. I remember being annoyed that I couldn't sleep, but one look at his tiny kitten body melted all my anger. When we first got him, he used to step into his food bowl with his front two paws and get food all over his face. It was messy, but adorable.
As a kitten, he was quite rambunctious, but shortly after his "routine castration" (which, as my dad noted, was not very routine for Toby!), he became a more subdued, quiet cat. He slept a lot, like most cats do, and was almost always happy to have company on the couch or the bed.
We will miss Toby so much. I hope he's sleeping tight. He was loved.