Muffy
Muffin passed at 6:30pm, February 14, 2006, at the vet's office. My parents were with him; he fell asleep right away.
Our beautiful, luxuriant Maine Coon cat, the envy of everyone at the vet's office; purr machine deluxe, adored "accordian cat" in concert w/my dad, "The song of love is a sad song..."
Muffy would sleep in the middle of the street, roll off sofas in his sleep while dreaming or yawning, eat canteloupe and waffles, play "the stairs game" with a handkerchief. The doorbell would send him tearing upstairs as if the grim reaper himself has arrived. he never got used to it; he was also frightened by strangers, but warmed up to regular visitors easily.
A linebacker of a cat, with broad, sturdy paws and a hefty, but not fat, fuselage. Loved to be petted on the stomach when lying on his back, between his ears, "snuffled" when curled up, and put his head "under his head" when curled into a ball.
Muffin liked to sleep at the foot of my parents' bed, drink from the glass of water on my mom's nightstand, purr loudly in one's ear, and "knead" his paws and stand on one's head on the pillow. I was woken up this way on several occasions when my parents were out of town. His purring sounded like a bumble bee getting closer and closer, and then his whiskers would whoosh across my ear or face and I'd be wide awake. He would not stop meowing until I let him out, regardless of the hour.
He would get very upset when we went on vacation, "shouting" for a sufficiently punitive period of time when we returned (loud, angry meows). He was very clear about his food; if it wasn't "satisfactory" for some reason, he meowed until we changed it.
A very clever communicator; always on the wrong side of every door; loved to lie in the sun, rub his back against the concrete.
Our beautiful, luxuriant Maine Coon cat, the envy of everyone at the vet's office; purr machine deluxe, adored "accordian cat" in concert w/my dad, "The song of love is a sad song..."
Muffy would sleep in the middle of the street, roll off sofas in his sleep while dreaming or yawning, eat canteloupe and waffles, play "the stairs game" with a handkerchief. The doorbell would send him tearing upstairs as if the grim reaper himself has arrived. he never got used to it; he was also frightened by strangers, but warmed up to regular visitors easily.
A linebacker of a cat, with broad, sturdy paws and a hefty, but not fat, fuselage. Loved to be petted on the stomach when lying on his back, between his ears, "snuffled" when curled up, and put his head "under his head" when curled into a ball.
Muffin liked to sleep at the foot of my parents' bed, drink from the glass of water on my mom's nightstand, purr loudly in one's ear, and "knead" his paws and stand on one's head on the pillow. I was woken up this way on several occasions when my parents were out of town. His purring sounded like a bumble bee getting closer and closer, and then his whiskers would whoosh across my ear or face and I'd be wide awake. He would not stop meowing until I let him out, regardless of the hour.
He would get very upset when we went on vacation, "shouting" for a sufficiently punitive period of time when we returned (loud, angry meows). He was very clear about his food; if it wasn't "satisfactory" for some reason, he meowed until we changed it.
A very clever communicator; always on the wrong side of every door; loved to lie in the sun, rub his back against the concrete.
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