Another cat? Perhaps. For love there is also a season; its seeds must be resown. But a family cat is not replaceable like a worn out coat or a set of tires. Each new kitten becomes its own cat, and none is repeated. I am four cats old, measuring out my life in friends that have succeeded but not replaced one another. -Irving Towns
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It has been one year since I bid my Rosie a final farewell, and not a day goes by that I don't think of him in some way. Remembering him with smiles, laughter and tears, he will always be a part of my life.
I clearly remember the day we brought him home as a kitten. He was four months old, with big feet and big ears. He had so much long hair in his ears that the folks at the Humane Society called him Mr. Tufts. He eventually grew into his feet and ears - hair and all, and developed the most magnificent mane. My mom came over to see our new addition, and the first things she said was "He's so gray!" Well, yes, he was.
Rosie was special not only in his overwhelming sweetness, but also his breed. It was only after his passing that I discovered what kind of cat he was. In my post What is a Nebelung? I talked about that, and included a video describing the Nebelung breed.
Mr. Towns measures his life by the number of feline friends with whom he has shared his life, no one replacing the other, but adding to the fullness of his life like the rings on a tree. I am many cats old, and currently share home and heart with the two other sweet felines who enjoyed lazy days and warm sunbeams with Rosie.
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