With heavy hearts we said goodbye to one of our best pals this morning. Oops was the gentlest, friendliest, most persistent cat I’ve ever had. He could get the the most adamant cat hater to pet him without even realizing they were. His life-long quest was for hands because hands were for petting him. He would come when called, always hopped onto my side of the bed as soon as I woke up in the morning and spent much of the night walking over our sleeping bodies just to make sure we didn’t want to give him a little attention. In her first couple of years, Amelia treated him like a sibling, teddy bear and toy and he never minded her special attention or the abuse.
He was big, fluffy and soft and had the whitest paws and tip of his tail. I got to spend a mere 12 years with him and I don’t know why I thought so, but I always thought he’d be a cat that would stay with me a long time. He will, but not in the way that I had imagined. He will be missed by many, I think, but especially us, his family. Goodbye, sweet Oopsie. You were one of a kind.