Belly is my little blye-eyed, blond-haired powder puff. What an incredible cat. He sleeps on my pillow at night. Soft purrs accompany me into dreamland. He wraps one set of paws on side of my head another on the other, places his head on mine and that's how we sleep. He has a heart of pure gold. Whenever I've cried in the nine years that I've had him, he's been right there to comfort me. He talks to me (mirrrow, meow, mirreauww) sits on my lap and puts his paw on my face to make sure I'm OK. I can't ask for more than that from anyone. As my friend Alec said of our relationship to be when we picked him out at the humane society, "Mo-om, it's about time you got here. I've been waiting." He hasn't had lots of adventures. He's just been there for me and loved me since the day I met him. I love him so.
Sadly, our little boy lost a fight with cancer in 1998 and he went to the summerland for a while. But we got him back.
Here is the shot of him that graces just about every page of this site.
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