What a rag doll. He just folds, flops, and flips over when held. Actually, he didn’t want to be held. He was a loner until he met Maurice and Lucy, my cats.
His name was Adi.

Ever since he had the pleasure of being with my cats, he wants out. Kicked the door and sounded the blood curling meow. He terrorized his owners to let him out to visit my cats. To simplify life, I gave a written note to the owner that Adi is more than welcome to visit anytime. Here’s a key to my apartment. This way, I won’t be woken up with knocking on my door.
He’s nickname is “dish washer” because he ate all the leftover cat food and licked the bowls clean. He loved Maurice than Lucy. It’s a male bonding thing.
When Maurice died, Adi still came. I loved his quiet presence.
Being a purebred cat, he had many complications. Even when he was sick, he insisted coming to my place. I wanted Adi to die naturally like Maurice instead of being euthanized. But he wasn’t my cat.
He must have been at least 15 years old.
It’s time for me to clean up my iPhone and move all the thousands photos of Adi to the storage. Took me that long to mourn for Adi. I miss him.
Thanks for choosing me, Adi.