Happy 11th "anniversary" and belated birthday to my best little guy
This weekend is the 11th anniversary of the day I met my #1 sweet boy favoritest tuxedo cat, Tilikum, aka Tilly. He was delivered to the shelter I was volunteering at, and was estimated to be about ten days old. Since it was Easter weekend, there were no other volunteers available who could take him home for the weekend, and I offered to take him, despite never having fostered and never having taken care of a kitten that young. What was supposed to be a temporary solution became permanent, because we became too bonded.
He still sleeps either on my head or spooned in with me under the blankets almost every night. He still carries about the stuffed cow I put in his crate on the very first night that I had him (and luckily I had two others exactly like it, so he's got his own herd of cows). He still would crawl into a dunkin donuts bag if he could fit. I can't imagine the last 11 years without him, and I can only hope I have many more years with him to come.