The cats have taught me a lot about love.
Torbie, Ron's best friend in his final days. Everyone loves the story of her bapping him for treats every 10 minutes and Ron, so far gone he couldn't remember she just got some, so she got "a river of treats" the last year before he died. I privately consider how she cried the night of his death and how she lost her will to live. That's true love.
She was supposed to be "my" cat but she knew Ron needed her in a way I never would.
Biscuit, my OG, always close to me. Meets me at the door every night when I come home from work even though he has food. Sleeps with me every night - Biscuit can have anything he wants!
I find it very touching to witness the bond between Spotty and Cleo, litter mates. Spotty came home with a small boo boo got likely fighting. It looks like a claw got him about 1/4 inch on his ear (the ear is fine just scratched).
I actually have a cat first aid kit. So I got out the Silvadur I think it is, it's an antibiotic cream for cats. Apparently peroxide is bad and I need to get some of the blue stuff they gave me when Torbie had an injury some years ago. I put a little on his ear and he ran off, offended that I had violated him thus.
A while back I saw Cleo grooming his ear, licking it intently. The cream I use can be ingested that's why I used it. She took it very seriously for a few minutes and then let Spotty go. It was sweet to watch her care. She will, occasionally, lick my face at night in bed but not like she does with her brother.
I am so glad I was able to keep them together. They are very bonded.
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