He was Ocho as he was already one life down. I had an employee who thought he bumped something late at night on his way home from work. He took him home and to the vet, and other than the outside things such as flees and worms, he was okay. But the cats they already had didn’t want to have anything to do with him. We were “between” cats and he sort of took to me. So, I brought him home. And as usual, he liked my husband better than me – seems to be a pattern here. We had him for almost 12 years. One of the best cats you could ever have. Kind of quirky, loved to lay over the back of your neck, or over my husband’s shoulder. And for some odd reason, loved to lick our hair.
I miss him terribly. Our son made the tower, and he loved it, and was King of the Hill.
A donation was made in Ocho's memory and the memorial was created on February 17, 2020.