Maximus and Booker

Well, it’s nice out today, so I decided to bury the ashes of Maximus and Booker. I mixed their ashes and put them in the ground together. My mom got a really nice brick and painted their names on it for me. I kept the nice wooden box as a personal memorial. Sad.

Booker
Queen of all that She sees and that which She doesn’t
Had purrrrrgasms anytime Nathan held her.
Smart. VERY smart.
Beautiful
Perfect tuxedo cat
Would "hold paws" with me in bed. She liked me to hold her paw and she would rest her head on top of my hand.
Hated Maximus at first, but soon came to be inseparable from him. She liked to bathe him and snuggle with him.

Maximus (full name Maximus faticatus)
Dumb as a box of rocks
Could jump up 5 feet in the air, but couldn’t get over an 18" baby gate.
Manx with a bunny hop for a run
Sweetest cat you’d ever meet.
Big yellow eyes (normally with a blank expression)
Would sleep on Nathan’s pillow next to me until Nathan came to bed.
Liked to bonk heads to show affection
He was MY cat.
Loved Booker with all of his being

I almost lost Booker when Maximus died. We got D’Artagnan to piss her off to get her out of the funk. It worked, and she NEVER forgave me for taking Maximus away and not bringing him home. She was paranoid about D’Artagnan leaving. If he had to go to the vet, so did she, or she’d sit by the door and cry until I brought him home for her. She never really loved D’Artagnan the way she loved Max, but she got along well enough with him. D’Artagnan is too much of a scaredy cat to love another cat that hated him at first. He is beginning to love Garfield. Right now, you can tell that G is an annoying little brother, but they play well together. And Garfield has the confidence of a tiger. This is his domain. He sprawls out flat on his back in the middle of the room to sleep. He’s not afraid of anyone or anything. He adores Nathan and will sit with me if he’s not available. He loves to snuggle and bonk heads.

I miss Booker and Max. They were good cats.