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.

  • martine@lemm.eeOP
    18·
    2 days ago

    Mine is Oliver. He was fostered as a 2 week old kitten by my brother-in-law. After his divorce Oliver came to live with us, he’s been with us for almost two years now. I have had other pets but I’ve never felt this close to another creature.

    He loves to be near me and comes running when I call for him. Every night when I get ready to go upstairs to bed, he waits at the stairs for me, then runs up as fast as he can, then turns around to make sure I’m still following. He runs down the hall to jump up on my bed and wait in my spot, then kneads and snuggles and purrs and it just fills my heart with such joy. He’s afraid of most people, but he loves me unconditionally.

    I joke that we’re both have an anxious attachment style because we were taken from our mothers too early, but I really do think that we understand each other and the need to feel safe.

    Maybe this is dramatic but I truly don’t know how I could live without him.

    • iamanurd@midwest.socialEnglish
      15·
      2 days ago

      Oliver looks awesome! Glad you have him!

      Mine is Pliny. Found him frozen in my garage almost 14 years ago. Bottle fed him and took him to work with me every day. He’s slept on me since he was tiny and still does. Don’t know what I’ll do when he’s gone.