You were 12 weeks old when we adopted you. You were so adorable.

My ex-boyfriend wanted a cat but I always thought the reasons why he wanted one were no good. He was jealous of my relationship with Whitesoak. At the beginning, I was again having another cat. I was thinking about Whitesoak and her personality. She was very possessive, she hated people, except myself, and she didn't like too much other animals. I was afraid of her reaction and that she didn't accept you. Finally I gave up to the demand of my ex and you arrived home.

I loved you as soon as I saw you. Whitesoak wasn't happy at all. We took a lot of time to adapt ourselves but we made it. You were so irresistible. You were friendly, nice, easy and your little looks always made me laugh. Of all my cats, you were the one who was loved by everyone. My friends used to say "Chouchou, he's the man!"

As for your owner, he was rarely at home because of his job and his responsibilities. So you came to me and I don't regret it. I gladly offered you my attention and my love. I was always pleased to play with you, to have your company on the couch when I was reading or watching TV. Finally, Whitesoak must have understood certain things because she came to us to participate to our games. She was looking over you and she finally accepted you. 

But, do you know how I felt the day I had a huge argument with your owner? For Christmas 2000, he offered me a cellular phone. You were with us since two months at that time. When he left home, he took my cellular phone and he pretended that I had lost it or that it had been stolen. I wasn't stupid, when we got back together, the phone magically reappeared. I talked to him about it, but he still didn't want to give it back. So we made a deal: I keep you and he keeps the phone. He thoughts that I lost but I think I won much more than a material thing: you! I was so ashamed for my ex's attitude. I've always wondered how people could dispose of a living being as if she/he was an object they can put in the closet when they don't want it anymore.

Anyway you became my little cat and I was more than happy. You really did brought me a lot of happiness. I've wished so many times you were a human male instead of a cat. You would have made a wonderful companion, but in your own way, as a cat, you were.

When I brought back home Louloute, I still can picture your curious look, wondering who was this creature. Although she was always hissing at you, you've never hissed back. On the contrary, as usual, you were friendly and very patient. But as you both had the same age, you began playing together and at the end, you made a nice couple together.

When Louloute gave birth to your babies, I still see you observing them. You had your two front legs on the little nest I made for her and her kittens. Among felines, you must have been one of a kind. I've never seen this attitude before: you were taking care of the kittens when they were crying, you played with them, you showed them the backyard and you were watching over them while they were discovering their environment. It was the same when Louloute gave birth for the second time. You've been a wonderful daddy.

Today, we don't live together anymore. I'm back in Belgium and you're still in the USA with a friend. I realize how much I miss you, much more than I thought. I'll never forget how you were lying in my arms to sleep, your way to meow when you wanted my attention, you pashas attitudes, and your sad looks when I refused you to go out on rainy days.

I've never met a cat more affectionate than you and forever in my heart you will stay. I thank you for the two wonderful years you gave me.

KittyNat

XXX