I went to the local animal rescue and was looking for a kitten. I wanted an orange kitten, one that would sort of, but not really, "replace" Huey. Well...that is not the way the world works...nor should it. I went to the local animal rescue and there was only one cage of kittens. Three or four....not sure now. Anyway, the others huddled in the back and only one came forward. He definitely was NOT orange. He was a gray and white splotchy baby....adorable....and he played with my fingers. OK. This one.
Rathbone.
Rathbone was a wonderful boy. Laid back. Sweet, easy. He let my young daughter put him in a bassinette, in a "shopping cart"...dear god, she put make-up on him. She danced with him, she slept with him. He was the perfect cat.
His fur was slightly longer than the average cat. Just a bit. And it was silky. My daughter called him "the VERY softest place." He was.
Boney. Rathbone. Such a wonderful boy.
And somehow, whenever I pet Scruffy, I think of Rathbone. Scruff is gray and striped. He doesn't look at ALL like Bone. But...he's soft. Oh! SOOO soft. Scruff feels like a bunny. His coat, like Rathbone's is just a tad longer than usual. His isn't silky, like Rathbone's, but soft, fluffy...fluffy Scruffy.
Yeah...this boy Bunny fur. Super softee. AND he is mellow like Bone. I doubt that that is a trait of soft furred cats, but it is in this house. Mellow and accepting and yet, the leader.
I adored my Huey, but Rathbone and Scruff have filled his shoes (paws?) in ways I never imaginged.
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