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Andi looks like my sister's cat, Baby Kitty.
We have no pets now, but for years always had cats. Their personalities were all very different. Our last 2, Atticus and Peanut, were extremely different.
Atticus never met a stranger, and would always jump up on the half-wall by the door when anyone came in. He was a "Real Boy" and was well known among our kid's friends. He was 15 when mouth cancer necessitated a peaceful goodbye. He was simply the best cat ever.
Peanut was afraid of just about everything. She was a stress eater-barfer. She was as sweet as can be with us. She loved to harass Atticus at times, walking innocently by him, only to quickly bop him on the nose and take off running. She was 12-13 I think when we had to put her down.
Our first cat Poncho only lived to be 8. He was a beautiful black & white, very regal. I had him before we got married, and he hated my husband at first, and would torment him whenever possible. He would sit in the window above our headboard at night, and jump down, hitting the mattress right beside hubby's head. He would jump up and swat the light switch to turn the hallway light on in the middle of the night.
Once our first child came along, Poncho made friends with T. He developed epilepsy, and Valium was the only treatment at the time. A dose high enough to prevent seizures made him sluggish so much he wouldn't do anything but sit under a chair. Lower doses and the seizures came back. He started to get crazy mean after a seizure, so we had to let him go.
We love cats, but can't say goodbye again. And I don't miss the hair or litter boxes.
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