Willow was our hunter, our cuddler, the toughest cat in the neighborhood and quite the food critic.
Fiercely independent, yet willing to purr in your arms – probably more for you. He had his own door, he was his own man. Through his private door he brought many a friend to play with… until death would part them.
He was always there. You could pull in the driveway and he would be basking on the hot pavement. If you went to get the mail he would pop out from under the porch. While I cut the grass I would see him in the back fields, pouncing his pray – sometimes a cricket sometimes a mouse, we think he may have taken down a deer or two back there as well.
We gave him a bath only once. We all learned a lot that day.
He used to visit our elderly neighbor almost daily and roll himself silly on her back deck. She often called him over to show him off to her grandkids.
He loathed the dogs but tolerated them because he knew he had too. He seemed almost amused that we would want such silly creatures in the house with us. He could easily have taken the MinPin out… he’d twice captured bunnies bigger than her. He taunted Riggs… just outside of fence, always aware of her limits.
He loved to play, he loved his catnip, he loved life, he LOVED the daughter, and I think he loved us too.
He will be missed and remembered forever.
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Sounds like you were honored to share your life with Willow. He looks content in the photo, and quite handsome.
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