I took this cat in as a favor to a friend. Â I didn’t want him, didn’t like him, but took him in because he didn’t have any other place else to go.
He was a mean cat, prone to fits of rage and destruction for no apparent reason. Â He wasn’t one for petting, didn’t play much, and he’d bite at you while purring.
Over the years, I came to love him for the kind of cat he was though, and while it was difficult to make the call, I knew what I had to do when the time came.
Now that he’s gone I miss him. Â I miss the things about him that made him unique and unusual.
I miss the things I once hated about him.