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Berlin. This cat was one of the great loves of my life. When he died (in my arms) part of me died with him.

This is Berlin and Askhim (“What’s his name?” Answer, “Askhim.”) Askhim was traumatized by the death of Berlin. When I cancelled an out of Toronto engagement because I had no one to take care of him and my other cat, Irving, both cats curled up beside me in bed. They slept soundly for the first time since the death of Berlin. They knew they came first. They knew they had a home. It was incredible.

A couple of years ago when one of my cats died I adopted a Main Coon cat because he looked like the one who had passed.

I knew nothing about Main Coon cats. Did not even know they are a breed.

Zorro (the new cat) was the polar opposite of the one who had died. He bit, clawed, hissed. His fur was matted. He was not happy. My hand puffed up. I had to get medication for the bites. I thought, “It will take forever for this cat to come around.”

I took him to a groomer who told me she had met only one cat she could not groom. When I got home the phone rang. She said, “I have met the second one.”

She suggested I take him to a vet, have him sedated and shaved.

That was too extreme, too much like rape.

I surfed the web, got the supplies I needed and did it myself.

The third time he bit me I said to him softly, “You know, it’s okay.”

That triggered a complete personality reset.

Now he sleeps by my head. He spends every moment as near me as he can.

St. Paul wrote, “Three things endure: faith, hope, love and the greatest of these is love.”

Yes, it is.

I wound up adopting three cats after I posted the notice of Berlin’s death. I had two. Now I have five. Five is more than enough. Before I got my first cat (abandoned by a fellow who lived with me briefly) I never wanted one cat.

Good thing life has more sense than we do.

Most of my friends are folks I never knew I would like to know.

Zorro had a growth on his tail. Altogether it cost me over $1,000.00 to get it taken care of. That was $1,000.00 I did not have.

Nonetheless a life is a life.

A biopsy showed the growth was benign.

Zorro wet my bed. Luckily I had shower curtains on it. As I cleaned the urine without a trace of anger towards him he watched.

He has not done it again. It was really something seeing him navigate his head with that cone on it so that he could get into the litter box.

I wound up adopting three cats after I posted the notice of Berlin’s death. I had two. Now I have five. Five is more than enough. Before I got my first cat (abandoned by a fellow who lived with me briefly) I never wanted one cat.

Good thing life has more sense than we do.

Most of my best friends are folks I never knew I would like to know.
When asked, “What do you look for in your friends,” I reply, “Nothing. They are friends.”–Reg Hartt

I love 3D: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ScRdj1feYTg&feature=youtu.be

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