Milo was the most unique and oddest cat I've ever known. He was a sweet and playful kitten. As he grew, his odd tendencies started to develop. He could catch flies in midair. He'd howl and when he meowed, sometimes he made no noise. Just squeeks. He'd snore LOUD when he slept. Many a nights I'd draw late at night with nothing but the sounds of his snoring in the chair next to me. He'd chase the lazer lights and think he'd caught it. And man did he LOOOOOOVE catnip! Anytime you went for the drawer, he'd jump out of nowhere and be right there. You'd toss a bunch on the floor and he'd drag his paw at nothing and roll around in it. Attacking other cats that came by to share the catnip. He loved it. We used to call him a drug addict. :)
He loved sleeping in our sink. He loved water. After we take showers, he'd always hop in the tub and sit in the water. Everyday when we put fresh water down for them to drink, he'd dip his paw in and lick at it. Then he'd take dry food (always TWO KERNALS... no more, no less) and plop them into the water bowl. The water would get all icky from him doing that. I don't know why he always did that. God I have no idea what that cat was thinking half the time. He'd climb walls, get scared of nothing and run hard. He'd chase the other cats, and himself. His saggy belly would giggle and flop on the ground as he ran. But he could run fast!
He and I had rituals. When I'd go into the bathroom, he'd follow me and jump into the shower curtain and hide behind it. Then on my way out, I'd put my hand to the curtain. He'd see the shadow and paw at it from behind the curtain. Sometimes I'd grab him through it. He'd lay flat on his back. I'd lightly take my slippered foot and rest it on his huge belly. He'd grab it, and attack it with his back claws. Such a silly, non-violent cat. Very easy to pick up and hug. Very loving.
Whenver we changed the litter, he was right there waiting and watching. We'd be finished and he'd be the first one in there. ALWAYS. And he shat a TON! A ton. No joke. He'd sleep in the drawers in the bathroom sink counter. He was a mouth breather. His tongue out all the time. We developed this love of him saying he was our "special little guy" because of all the absolute dumb things he would do. He was just super special. And all his traits and mannerisms are what I will miss most. God, how I will miss them.
We're still at a loss of what to do with him. We rent an apartment and really don't know anyplace locally where we can bury him. Driving him 3 hours north to our old hometown seems crazy. And we cannot really afford what it will cost for a cremation right now. So we've stashed him for the night to keep him cold and try to decide tomorrow what to do next. I placed a bag of catnip in the bag with him. A small memento for his journey. Hookey, I know. But I'm a sentimental guy.
Anwyay, I uploaded a shit-ton of photos to my facebook page for you all to check out. Below here are a few pics that highlight Milo's goofier side. MILO, I'll miss you. Lots. The house ain't gonna be the same. Not ever.
Luvs, T
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