I got him from my work, his mother stashed him and his litter mates on the property, and my then boss (he was a pig) was going to call the pound. My best friend took 3 of them, all varying colors of tiger and I took him. I had just gotten Oliver and Lily when I took him in, and in just 3 months, I had 3 kittens tearing up my house. I tried to hide him from my mom when she came over soon after, but he shot his hand out from under the closet door and was feeling around. My sister and I were trying to frantically hide it, but I got busted anyway.
I used to affectionately refer to him as my red headed kitty. His full name was Peter Pumpkinhead Moonlit (last name here.) He was an orange and white cat with an orange spot on his right cheek in the shape of Africa. My lips fit perfectly there, and he had a great face smell. His back legs were fuzzy and bow-legged. His brown eyes always looked roundly dilated and people-like and they had blue flecks in them. He had thin, short whiskers and a soft and steady purr.
He used to sleep in a red glass bowl as a kitten until one day he reached 16 pounds and broke it. He was an ornery cat with a loving and proud dispostion. He used to crawl into bed with me and my bf at that time every single night and burrow as deep in between us as he could. When he would routinely knead, he would leave his claws out. This is how he earned the nickname Punkinator. He would snack loudly on my hair and I remember thinking even then that I should appreciate all of it, as he was a FeLV kitty and I feared his days were shortened.
He was my first experience with inner circle grief, and I took his loss very hard. It was actually because of him that I got on the internet for the first time and found this place. He is buried in my mom's back yard with a marker of an angel holding a kitty. Most of all I remember how much he was cherished. I smooshed a lifetime of love into the two short years he blessed my life. I have one picture only of him that I would like to post in the next few days.
Kisses and hugs for you, Punkadoo. You were a wonderful cat and I hope that you have found Oliver to keep him company until we meet again. Mama remembers and loves you very much. That will never change, not for any of you.
Mama
