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If I would have answered this last year then no doubt I would have said Jazz, hands down. This years since we've introduced Scout it's kind of tied between her and Jazz.
I love Ripley but he and I have had a strained relationship from day one almost 12 years ago and Disney, my dog, is very antisocial.
I don't really have a favorite out of the cats. I love Ron for his silly personality, but he is so darn demanding and inconsiderate. (I have insomnia, and he does NOT help.) I love Raven for her affection, but she can be so inconsistant.
Same goes for the dogs. I think 70% of the time, Roxy is my favorite. She's so smart and obedient. She really picks up on emotions and people like no other dog I've seen. Yet, I love Dusty for his cheeriness. He is constantly estatic.
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Last December, we only had Noah, Noel, Basie and Olivia...I would have said Basie and my Noah then.
I love all eight with all my heart, but Noah, Basie, Micah and Phoebe tug on my heart a tiny bit more than the girls and Samson (totally David's cat! Both their choices...funny, huh?).
Kelly, does this mean that you'll be keeping both Phoebe and Samson?Quote:
Originally posted by NoahsMommy
I love all eight with all my heart, but Noah, Basie, Micah and Phoebe tug on my heart a tiny bit more than the girls and Samson (totally David's cat! Both their choices...funny, huh?).
How can you love several pets the same, I don't understand. I couldn't love all my kitties the SAME, as they are very individual creatures. ;)
I seem to love the one in front of me the most at anyone time.
As I cuddle a cat, I think about their good points i.e. Why I love them. But when that cat moves and I locate another cat I find my self honestly loving that one the most.
I think we are most aware of our love as we bond with our pets...... that said.
I find my love for my partner and our seven cats, although equally strong, I love each for what they give to me. (Selfish aren't I)
What I Love
George. Probually the most compelling love, the first kitty, my heart covered in fur. Sleeps on my head. Currently making happy feet in my lap. So if you ask for a favourite, it would be Georgie boy.
Milly. The quiet joy when she approaches me for cuddles. The earnest way she slowly makes happy feet, like it is a very important & difficult job.
Milo. How his belly comes out at all times and the way he is so clever. Getting out of a locked cat flap. How he looks at me, like he is in love.
Treacle. Another shy baby. The fact he is living back in the house after months of being outside. For the head bumps and kisses, for being him.
Bramble. For being cheerful even when ill. The tiny meiow that is followed by a tiny bright pink mouth, opening in the midst of dark fur, melts me.
Tigs. For waking me up at 4am, just to talk to me and cuddle. For curling around my neck when you want to nap. Cheeky monkey boy.
Sandy. Our upstairs boy. Shy and timid. Waiting by the backdoor cat flap. Sweet faced and heart melting. The one time you crawled onto my chest whilst I napped, my heart jumped with joy.
I can't choose, I love them equally, but as Juni lived longer with us and we had her from the very first moment of her life, she is dearer to me, just a little. I am sure, Pichu with his sweet character will be just the same in a very short time.
PIF, I just love the descriptions of your cats. Each one brought tears. I should sit down and do that with mine (when I have 2 free weeks ;) )
Wow! This is a toughy! My first immediate thought was of Leroy, but then when I really thought about it I wasn't so sure. I love Leroy to my very core but he is either into something or in your face kind of kitty so I think about him more.
My heart melts when I see Sammy adoring his daddy. He loves my husband sooooo much. When Sammy and I spoon at night and he wraps his paw around my arm then my heart is his. I don't know how I could love him more.
Peanut Butter who is my kind sweet loving gentle giant. When he looks into my eyes and gives me hugs I become a puddle. I don't know how I could love him more.
Stubby who is so independant will at least once a day come for a snuggle. She gives tiny headbutts and purrs so loud and hard that her tiny petite body just shakes all over. I don't know how I could love her more.
Lucky who has had such hard times to overcome. To live in the house with us for almost two years and never be touched or hugged because he had so much fear. To see him now roll over for belly rubs and hugs makes my heart sing! I don't know how I could love him more.
Maggie Sue lost all of her natural siblings. She was alone when she came in and took some time to calm her. Now she and I can carry on a conversation back and forth for an hour. We sometimes exchange words and meows about how much we love each other. She will walk up to me and put her nose on mine and I know I have just been kissed. I don't know how I could love her more.
Pete is my silly young boy with big heart wrenching yellow eyes. He loves to be hugged and snuggled. When I remember him out in the bitter cold and ice I shiver! He is still a baby and I don't know how I could love him more.
Pervy is my sweet sweet mama's girl. She has the sweetest face and the kindest disposition. When she looks into my eyes and goes belly up I swoon! I don't know how I could love her more.
Pepper Jack is my wide eyed frightened panic stricken baby boy. Other than pictures no one has seen this precious little guy. When he climbs into my lap for a snuggle I feel so blessed. He really knows that I care and he can relax with me. I don't know how I could love him more.
Leroy, well the only thing I can say is that my heart is in his paws. I couldn't love him more.
After all this I guess the only conclusion for me is that I adore each of them for their personalities and quirks. But if I am totally honest I think there may just a little something extra special with me and Leroy. Ok, there, I said it!!!
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There has never been and I doubt there ever will be another RB Bert. He was the first cat that ever "chose" me to be his and it was an honor. He would come when I called him and although he was never the snuggly type and did not like to be held, he stayed close by and looked at my face when I talked to him, he was my little furry friend when my kids were growing up. Now I have Emily, Eliot and Dylan. Emily is daddy's girl but when she is really tired or does not feel well, she climbs in my lap and pats my face and I melt for her and will hold her as long as she wants and she is my favorite. She has a funny little face with markings that look like a big tear coming from her eye!! She knows she is a princess, too. Then there is Eliot who is always in trouble and making a mess but when he wants attention he wants it NOW and can be such a loverboy. He also cringes like a baby when there is a storm and then he is my favorite. He is also so beautiful to look at. New cat Dylan is so sweet natured and gentle. He lets me pick him up and hug him. He likes to get on my pillow and groom my hair and face. He also looks me right in the face and has the seetest look to him! Then he is my favorite. So, I guess I do not have a favorite!!
In a good way I hope ? ;)Quote:
Originally posted by jenluckenbach
PIF, I just love the descriptions of your cats. Each one brought tears.
I totally agree. That was very heartfelt!Quote:
Originally posted by jenluckenbach
PIF, I just love the descriptions of your cats. Each one brought tears.
Oh gosh, that's so hard, but guess I would have to say Bo is my favorite!