Our boy, Winston
We adopted each other at first sight through the window at the local Humane Society back in 1993. This little guy, at just 6 weeks old, waited patiently for me to fill out the paperwork and pay the fee, watching me the entire time.
We had 16 good years together. He moved with me across the country, riding in the front seat of the truck, curled up against my leg for 2000 miles. He saw many other cats come and go in our lives and loved them all. Winston tolerated dogs well, as long as they remembered their place and followed HIS rules. =)
Winston had some funny quirks. He liked to play with certain items and would hide them under a closet door. Upon opening said door one day, we discovered a neat line of toys he had collected: wrappers, milk jug rings, small cat toys. The line of treasures was exactly his arm’s length from the door.
His aristocratic ways extended to the way he would drink water: dipping his paw in the bowl and then licking the water off, over and over. In his elder years, he took to drinking water from the tub faucet only and would ask anyone that entered the bathroom to turn it on, including guests.
We lost Winston in September of 2009. We buried him under the coffee-bean tree in the backyard and erected a small wooden headstone to mark the place. He is missed every day.
Rest in peace, my boy!