Well...
We had to let go of one of the family today - Bucket, one of our two silver-tick Manx cats. Bucket, whom some of you have met, was no ordinary cat (not that there is such a thing). He was indeed very special. When we first saw him listed on the Humane Society web site over 10 years ago, the description just said "best cat ever!" That was pretty much dead on. Little did we know he had a litter mate, Zacheus who we also brought home. Bucket was the ultimate lap cat with personality to spare. He loved to attack the lumps in the rug, cat toys and occasionally his brother (all in good fun, of course) but most of all he loved spending time with his people. If you sat down to read a book or watch TV you would also have Bucket - which wasn't terrible since his double coat was the softest thing you probably every felt. Every night, he would lay down at the foot of the door to our upstairs bedroom and try not to let us past. This resulted in having to pick him up for his good night snuggle before he was be "ok" letting us through. Of course, that did not prevent him from spending the night bringing us various presents including his favorite toys, an entire throw blanket off the couch or, my personal favorite, gardening boots from the basement. The latter were particularly entertaining as they thumped up the stairs one level at a time. Once he lost his canine teeth it cut into his more heroic feats but we still would regularly get the smaller items.
Alas - all things come to an end and Bucket succumbed to being unable to eat (possibly stomach cancer). The last couple weeks he finally got what he always wanted and spent the nights upstairs with us. I will miss the hell out of this cat...