Sneakers was the runt of a litter of eleven kittens. His mama was a feral that lived in a colony at the drug & alcohol rehab I worked at as a counselor in 1997. The maintenance man heard a scratching at his door one night late in August. He opened the door and mama cat simply walked in as if she lived there forever. Two days later she gave birth to eleven kittens. Smart mama cat!|
Everyone at Riverside House was a cat lover. I liked them well enough, I had just never owned a cat. I considered myself a 'dog' person. The director called me into her office in October and told me I needed to take a kitten or she'd have to fire me (wink, wink). I told my husband I wanted to bring home a kitten, plus my daughter had been relentlessly begging for one since our Rottie had passed the previous year. My husband, in no uncertain terms, told me not to DARE bring a cat home. So of course I brought him home the next day. Turned out to be the best thing I ever did.
I have rescued 7 other cats since then, and he has always been sweet, tolerant, accepting and comical. He is the resident 'greeter', welcoming everyone who enters our home, and always accompanying everyone to the bathroom, earning him the nickname 'Bathroom Cat'. My husband worked nights for many years, and he would always jump up on the table and wrap his paws around my husband's neck, rubbing his face on Gary's beard. This was their 3am ritual. He made a cat lover out of all of us, and he always knew when you were sad and gave you all the attention you needed to cheer you up.
He passed over to the Rainbow Bridge last Friday, June 20th, 2014. Almost 17 years old, still as sweet and loving as the day we got him. I will always, always miss him dearly. No one could ever fill that special place he has in my heart.