Craving Soft Purrs

I was thinking about cats the other day and couldn’t help but remember my little ones.
Every time I think of them it rips my heart. Yet, it’s not like I would ever want to forget them.

Neko was a sleek, medium sized cat. Loved climbing trees and catching mice and bugs. He could sense he was the man of the house and was very prissy, often cleaning himself and "posing". His meow was soft yet, difiant. But you always knew when he wanted something. Going outside was his biggest thing. He would sit at that door and meow until you eventually let him out. A meow that could pierce your ears. But he was a friendly cat and everyone loved him. he would sit with guests and purred often around me. I was his mommy. He loved our suckling moments. I would go upstairs and find neko sleeping soundly on the bed. I’d pet him and at the fist glimps of me he would meow softly. I would then pick him up and he’d suckle me until he had enough. I know it sounds weird but it’s a very good way to bond with a cat. And he Loved it. At night he would attack me. The greatest thing was he always had to sleep with me at night. He was my kitten. When I used to make Mobil trips, on the way back to the house Neko would pop out of the woods or the grass and greet me with a meow. I would then pick him up and he would proudly sit in my arms purring and rubbing his face over mine. I was really close to him and he hadn’t even been a year old yet. I cherish the time I had with him though because he was a great cat. I remember how he would love me when I was sad, and when I was angry he would have a stare down with me. I can still see him running towards me meowing happily, waiting for me to call out his name.

Charlie girl was the sweetest cat you could ever met. Always meowing for attention (Up until she had her litter). She would go up to any one any thing and try and get attention.  Everyone loved her. She was little but she had spunk. I never was able to fix her hips but She never had any problems getting around and she was always on adventures outside. As a mother Charlie was wonderful. When I had found her fist litter I was so excited. I love kittens and so it was something for me to keep busy. Charlie had her kittens under her favorite chair. (The chair I love to sit in now.) And when I pulled the chair away I almost had a heart attack. Charlie looked up at me her eyes sparkling. She meowed and nudged one of her kittens at me as if to say look at what I created! I gave Charlie her deserved approval of how cute and sweet her kittens were. Only after I praised her did I pick up a tiny kitten and I wanted to cry. They were so sweet and I was so proud of Charlie. I made a nice little get-a-way for the kittens and Charlie. I wished she could have had her second litter. If she didn’t have asthma she would have probably never gotten as sad as she did. I guess, if it had happened to me, I’d want to die too.

Alright. enought of that. i know it’s another sad entry but I want to remember them so they can live on.
I hope they are in a better place and I really miss my kittens to death. I’ll never regret becoming so close to them either. … yeah okay. good night everyone
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