I just really appreciate your empathy and sympathy and understanding. I really do - thank you.
Now Mr. Q-ee cat is "top cat", but along with that promotion he now must shoulder the burden of suffering all my "cat love". So far he is doing tremendously - exceeding my expectations in tolerating my affection. He is "kneading" on me as I type - I can hardly see my laptop 'cause there is cat butt in the way.
Did you know that Q-ee is almost a foot wide?
Bit of a funny story. On Thanksgiving, as I do each year, I put little post-its on the front door and slider (that goes onto the deck) that say, "please don't let the cats out" (except of course this year it was "cat" instead of "cats"). My kitties have always been indoor kitties because I know I just couldn't handle it if they didn't come home one night. Anyway, late in the evening my husband's cousin says, "Should I let your cat in?"
"Wha...??!!!? YES OMG LET HIM IN!!"
There is Mr. Q-ee ON MY DECK, OUTSIDE sitting by the slider, apparently wanting in!!! He must have snuck out the front door when one of our guests left earlier, then decided that wasn't such a good idea and came up on the deck to hope someone saw him at the window. Talk about a heart attack!!! I just lost my Basil kitty the DAY BEFORE and now Mr. Fatty McFatcat decides to go on a little adventure! I quickly scooped him up and begged him NOT TO SNEAK OUT AGAIN!!!