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of Loverboy
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Loverboy was a beautiful chocolate seal point Siamese who passed away at the end of October 2001 from kidney disease at the age of--we believe--14 years. I miss him and probably always will. He was the most perfect feline ever.
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We had him for just over 10 years. He was mistreated in his kittenhood by a person or persons unknown to me who should not have animals. Because of that first careprovider, he kept his distance, and was unwilling to trust us, until he realized that we loved him unconditionally. He was rescued from that owner by a friend, Eileen, in Wisconsin, where she ws then living. He was left with her without any warning. She named him Loverboy. He rarely answered to that name, but Lover really was a lover. She later moved back home to New Jersey, bringing Loverboy with her.
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That's when we met him. Eileen was returning to her parents, who were our neighbors. The house he was in had another cat, a dog, and five people. The other cat, a Maine coon named Hugo (found during the storm of that name), is still keeping his master company. We think Lover wanted quiet, and attention. He found us, and adopted us. When Eileen left a year later to join her husband back in Wisconsin she left Loverboy with us. He was used to the outdoors, and the best she could provide was an apartment.
He could have been named Lappy. He always wanted a lap. Whomever was available. He spent the nights on my lap, after everybody else went to bed. I distrubed him when I got up to get my post midnight snack. He would usually let me sit down again where I had been, and would usually get back onto my lap. He would then spend the night in my room.
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He wanted to be watched when he ate. If somebody was home he summoned them and they had to watch him eat. He also knew when we were looking elsewhere when we were standing there. He would stop eating and remind us why we were there. He did not care who it was who looked at him eating, but he would summon the person who was closest on that floor. Once or twice he even went upstairs and got me out of bed--but I should have been up anyway. And then one day, he ate without calling us. We had told him it wasn't necessary. I guess he finally believed us. Oh do I miss that.
He was a very literate feline. At Christmas he usually gave me a calendar--one of those every day a different cat calendars. He also gave us books, always on cats. After I got this PC he became an expert in greeting card making--he never forgot Christmas, birthdays, anniversaries, and the like. There would always be a card with his name on it, almost always featuring cats on it. An absolutely amazing pet.
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