There are favorites among favorites and that would be Bud. A maine coon, born in my studio in san diego, his mother a wayward stray who found her way thru the always open attic window.
Bud's markings were tabby like with thick long hair. He posessed an enlightened conciousness and a quiet intellect. And he had the best purr,ever. He was a very vocal animal and grand conversations took place between me and him and his brother wilson.
Bud was my pillow every night. i slept with my face on his belly. He was good to wake up to, too. i miss him still. no creature, human or otherwise has ever loved me like that cat.
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