Gee, thanks.
Tubby would be proud to have little Basil grow up just like him - except with no dandruff.
Yes, the very first time I saw Tubby I was at a friend's house waiting for her to get ready so we could hit the town. I didn't know she had a kitten and all of a sudden this little black ball of fuzz went tearing across her bed - jumped off the edge (quite a jump for such a little guy) and tore out of the room. I was like "what in the world was that??!?!?!" "Oh that was Bitsy," she says and went to get him for me. He was so tiny, and such a bundle of energy (must have just gotten up from a nap) and immediately demonstrated the dreaded kitten claws by digging them into me when she handed him to me. I fell in love right then and there (even though I was bleeding) and a few months later when she had to give him up to move to a no-pets apartment I jumped at the chance to take him. I've never once regretted it, even when my arms were in shreds from playing with him. He was such a little terror.
When I took him to the vet to get fixed, I was politely told that she was a he, and as he grew he was not so Bitsy anymore, so we had to come up with a new name. My brother noticed Tubby's belly pouch and started calling him Tubby, and, as they say, the rest is history.
I know Basil will live a pampered life of leisure just like Tubby, and hopefully it's a nice long life like Tubby has had so far too. I just wish I could snuggle with the little guy as he's sleeping like in one of your photos. Tubby used to - and still does - sleep right on my chest and was/is a total purring machine.
(Ok, I'm feeling nostalgic now and rambling so I'll stop.)
Tubby
Spring 1986 - Dec. 11, 2004
RIP Big Boy
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Peanut
Fall 1988 - Jan. 24, 2007
RIP Snotty Girl
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Robin
Fall 1997 - Oct. 6, 2012
RIP Sweet Monkeyhead Girl
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