These are my cats. The princess to the left is Kitten (it was named by a wee toddler) and the one to the right is Bob. They are brothers and sisters from different litters, Bob being the youngest.
Both born on the year of the dragon so that makes them 11 year old in human years.
Thats pretty old for a cat, at most they live to about 15 years.
Both of them stay back in my hometown.
Whenever I go back, for a visit, back from shopping or school.
Bob would always be the 1st to greet me within the hour.
While Kitten being the princess would only grace us with her presence when she deemed it timely.
Yeah they are very different and I love them both to bits.
My mom phoned me to tell me he's been sent to the vet to remove some kidney stones and is expected to be back the day after.
Sadly Bob has passed away.
2 days have passed and I knew deep inside that Bob had passed.
True enough I called my mom and she told me.
Bob had passed on the day Prince William married Ms Catherine.
I was surprised I didn't cry.
Memories of Bob snuggling in bed with me when ever I slept in late in Seremban,
his always flight rather then fight stance,
bathing him as he slinks around the bathroom while I tell him resistance is futile
rushed through my brain.
Bob even self trained himself to pee and poo in the toilet bowl.
Rest in piece my dearest Bob. You will be missed and continued to be loved.