My cat adventure started off with the fated kitten, Freckles. Louie the ginger cat was meant to be her companion, but she died after surgery, barely six months old. Louie was fated, too. I had him only 22 months before he died of lymphoma, but he was a great introduction to cats.
Louie was a big cat. Sometimes he’d jump up on your lap without warning.
Louie usually slept with his tail curled under this way.
My favorite photo of Louie’s tail.
Louie postage stamps.
Door warning. (Louie wasn’t mean, but he was big.)
Louie loved the snow!
Louie ended up on coffee mugs, too. Lots of them.
Louie liked to watch the scene outside the back door.
This one is the day Louie had an epiphany: The bottom part of his lair barfs water! He was very, very alarmed!
In his spare time, Louie was a kitty super hero. (Captain Me-Ow)
Louie enjoyed World Cup and had favorite teams, you bet!
Louie’s nemesis, TACO! (Dougy and Andy thought Taco was scary.)
They meet under the fir tree…!
Louie climbed on the kitchen table to check out this bouquet. Bad kitty!
His veterinarian estimated him to be five years old when I got him, so I anticipated having him for 10-15 more years. Not to be.