OK - my obsession was RB Bert and there has never been another. He was a huge orangie who seemed so calm and fearless but he was afraid of thunderstorms and would run to me for protection. He was also a hopeless momma's boy. We got him from a woman who moved to a new home and did not want cats to "mess it up". His name was Samson at the time. Anyway, Bert had a hard time adjusting. He had already lived with her for about 4-5 years and was just very shy. It took several years for him to be sociable and when he did, he chose ME to be his special person. I have never before or since, been chosen by a cat like this. He always had to know where I was. All I would do was click my tongue or snap my fingers and he would come running!! When he went to the vet, he would always go limp on the table!! I always thought he was just very submissive until one vet told me he was fainting from fear!! He said that since he was an indoor kitty and getting older, it was best to just prevent the stress and keep him home unless he was really ill:eek: That sweet cat lived to be at least 18 - not sure. But, I loved that cat so much I hated to ever be away from him. He has been gone now for about 8 years and is buried at the head of my bed, but my heart still aches and hurts when I think about him - especially the way he trembled in storms and ran to me for comfort! When I think about him fainting at the vets, I still cry. I would have done anything for that cat! I think that is one reason I cannot resist an orange kitty - they all remind me of my Bert. Is that obsessive??? Well, too bad if it is but I loved that cat. He was my baby and nobody could ever convince me otherwise!! And YES I carried his picture in my wallet too:p
