Rufus' life with us ended on Thursday. Battling cancer since December, he remained my alarm clock, personal greeter, and companion. His demands were few: breakfast by 6 a.m., meds by 7, quiet nap from 7-10, more food, more nap, lunch no later than 1, nap, food at 4, attention, more attention, meds at 7, more food, companionship for reading, sewing, tv until 9, nagging for bedtime until I gave in, howling if got later than 11. I miss him.
Rob chose Rufus from the Teterboro shelter in August 1996. When I arrived home from school, he was positioned at the end of the entry hall with what appeared to be a snowball in the palm of his hand. :) Scootchamenz, our big, wandering tom cat, died the week before and I was a bit depressed about it. That snowball was a thoughtful, loving gift. :)