These two Sphynx brothers, Bounty and Boss, belong to my wife. She first got the Bounty (the fat pink one) six years ago, when he was just a tiny little kitten. Boss (grey-pink) came a couple of years later, and me soon thereafter. I’ve always wanted a cat, but I’ve always been severely allergic to them. These, to my surprise, did not cause me any trouble.
Bounty has been in love with my wife for all of his life, so it was only natural that Boss adopted me when I came along. Every evening, when I return from work, he’s waiting by the door to welcome me home, and rest of the evening he follows me around like a shadow, meowing and purring and jumping on my shoulder from shelftop or back of a chair (usually 5-10 times a day). When I cook, he’s often sitting on my shoulder like a parrot. What I sit down, he’s always curled on my lap and purring in under ten seconds.
I found out a few months ago that Boss has a heart defect, and I’m waiting for heart attack or similar to come in a matter of few weeks, or few months max. So here’s my dream cat I’ve been asking for for 30 years, who loves me so much, and my heart is breaking every night when I’m giving him his meds. I can feel and hear his little heart racing when he’s on my shoulder, and there’s nothing I can do, except feeding him more fresh liver and pork’s heart and shrimps, and otherwise making sure he enjoys every last moment he has to the fullest.
(I think Bounty is a bit more picturesque in most photos due to his excellent eating-related skillset… Also, feel free to correct any ridiculous grammar mistakes, I’m not an english speaker really.)
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