Hobbes was never my cat, but my best friend and companion. He followed me everywhere. If I was on a ladder painting, the cat would be on the ladder with me. If I was rooting around in my toolbox the cat was there helping. He interacted with me constantly, but on his own terms.
We went a year without a cat and finally adopted two Maine Coons: a two-year-old and a kitten. These are spade female cats and lovable, but don’t interact with me the way my big male did.
|The young girl is trying to fit into the slow cooker pot. |
The older cat, in the background, is pollydactyl with six toes on each foot.
The younger cat has normal toes but big feet
|The older cat filling a large size dog bed.|
I don't dislike dog but they are too much maintenance for me now. And, I am a cat person.