My Blacky Cat 8
Blacky Cat lived with me all of his life, from June of 2000 until January 10th, 2012.

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He could hear me walking down the hallway; he would meow to greet me and so I knew there was someone waiting for me. When I left, I got used to telling Blacky where I was going and how long I’d be gone.
I miss that.

He always sat on my lap with his face towards my left; he would get up and turn around if I picked him up another way.
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He slept on my bed; I slept on his bed.
It was ok when he was a kitten (small) but when he got bigger, he took up a lot of the bed.
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He helped me watch movies:

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When he wasn’t sitting with me, Blacky had the run of the apartment. He was a BIG cat:

(those tiles are 12 inches square; he is lying on three directly and takes up six, spread out)
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Blacky Cat was a good cat. He had a good life. I like the idea of you telling him where you were going and when you would be back.
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we talk to our cat and always tell him when we leave where we are going and how long we will be out… he is our baby… Blacky cat was lucky to have you to love him… you were a good catdad!
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i’m enjoying your pictures of you and Blacky Cat. he knew you loved him, you know. ryn: lol! you should learn to sew. there is a place on Alberta Street where you can sew (renting a machine on site)–Modern Domestic.
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ryn: coincidentally, i recently discovered Linette…i’ve commented on her quilts entries and today’s entry about snow and her dogs.
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