It truly amazes me just how firmly this little fellow is lodged in my heart. He is the most even-tempered feline I have ever met and he loves us one hundred percent. Unconditionally.
From before he was born, his mother, Fiona and I were dear friends, he was special. I got the pleasure of seeing him within twenty-four hours of his birth. Being one of six kittens, there were three sets of almost look-a-likes, he had the cutest expression.
At ten weeks he came to live with us. In the evening, after he was tired from eating then playing for hours, I would place him on my shoulder and tell him “It’s time to go to sleep, Bobby.” He was so small that he fit just underneath my chin. His soft fur tickled my neck.
He would nuzzle his tiny face in my hair and his little hands would begin the kneading process. I gently pat his bottom, and pet his ears. Before long, I would hear his even breathing. Knew he was in a deep sleep when he exhaled an occasional sigh. I placed him in his very large cat apartment on top of his soft bed. He would curl into a furry ball to continue his night’s sleep.
We have this bond, he and I. He can wrap me round his paw but he never tries to take advantage. He simply wants to be near and likes the relaxing place I work. Sometimes, for hours on end, he hides away to sleep in a cubby-hole. I haven’t discovered them all, but no matter, we are all allowed some privacy.
Bobby is so sweet. He just celebrated his tenth birthday July 6th and I am starting to see that he is beginning to look more mature. We are good friends and I will treasure our times together. Unconditional love is ours.