Oh my, these stories are giving me LES....but happy tears!!!

The only story I have is about my dear Max. I adopted him in April, 1997 and he was 5 years old at the time. He's always been a somewhat independant soul but he will snuggle on his terms. He's never been a lap cat.

When I was recovering from my cancer surgery in Sept/Oct/Nov/Dec of 2006 I was completely amazed how he changed into the stickiest velcro kitty I've ever had. If I got up out of bed to the couch he would follow me. Even though he fell asleep beside me there, he would immediately get up and follow me into bed again. He literally followed me everywhere....even into the bathroom. During that time when I took a shower, he would sit on the bathmat and wait for me to come out. It was like he wanted to make sure I was OK. He doesn't do that much now but he's turned into quite a talker since then. He truly is my heart kitty and he will be 16 this year. God willing, I won't need any more surgery before he makes the "trip" but if I do, I know that my furry nurse will be right by my side.