This #Caturday I'm thinking of our other cat, Townes, who passed away 6 weeks after our Siamese this summer.
He was a street kitten who unexpectedly leapt from a bush into my wife's lap one evening about 12 years ago, well before she and I were together. She named him after Townes Van Zandt, of course.
Like many cats, he was cuddly in a way that suggested you should feel lucky to have earned his affection. And he had this sort of haughty pose, hard to capture on camera given his color, where he'd sit looking regal while holding up one paw in a faux-dignified manner.
He & our other cat didn't really get along, but they eventually learned to tolerate one another.
We miss them both.
He was a street kitten who unexpectedly leapt from a bush into my wife's lap one evening about 12 years ago, well before she and I were together. She named him after Townes Van Zandt, of course.
Like many cats, he was cuddly in a way that suggested you should feel lucky to have earned his affection. And he had this sort of haughty pose, hard to capture on camera given his color, where he'd sit looking regal while holding up one paw in a faux-dignified manner.
He & our other cat didn't really get along, but they eventually learned to tolerate one another.
We miss them both.
