This evening we said goodbye to my lovingest kitty, Robin Hood. Also known as Robbie, Sir Robin, Mr. Hood, Mr. Obnoxious, and Monster.
Robbie was a good kitty, and he's been my friend since 1997 or so. That made him 16 or 17 on his passing today. Seventeen years is a good long life for a kitty - even though I find myself wishing for more. Robin was my friendly kitty. When the others would run and hide, and he stride up to any new guest in the house and greet them. If a person sat down, Robin would be right there on the person's lap, head-butting for scritches and attention. If a person walked near the kitchen, Robin would follow and loudly ask for treats.
Robin was also the cuddliest kitty. Anytime I sat down, Robin would come looking for a lap to curl up in. He had the loudest purr, and that motor would start running as soon as he thought there was a chance we might be cuddling up for some petting.
He was not a fan of hats, even though he looked good in them.
The first night M spent at my house, he woke up to find Robin standing on his head. He wasn't sure at first, but then Robin curled up on his belly, and Robbie's soft fur convinced M it wouldn't be all that bad after all. After that, Robin and Mike were cuddle pals, especially in the mornings.
He was most one of the relaxed cats I knew, when he was going to sprawl, he put his whole heart in it.
One of my favorite memories of Robin was when I had my second ACL reconstruction in 2004, he did everything in his power to make me feel better. This largely involved laying on me, because that was really all he could think of to do. So he laid on me, and laid on me, waiting for me to get better. (It was cat heaven, actually, all I did was lie on the couch, eat, and sleep, just like he did every day!)
He was a good kitty, despite all his obnoxiousness. I will miss him very much.