Cooky is my absolute prince. I got him waaaaay back in 2003 so he’s 12 now and knocking on a bit. We was only supposed to get his brother (Pilchard who sadly passed away back in 07) but when we went to pick him up, Cooky just came straight over to me and wouldn’t leave me alone. We really connected on such a crazy level and our bond was so tight already. He is pretty much the male version of me I’m not even kidding – he’s so sassy!
When I was little I’d share everything with him (still do pretty much) – from crisps, popcorn to yorkshire puddings. He knows when I’m upset and he just comforts me by laying with me and letting me cry all over him. He’s super protective – bit of a cock block between me and Kayne.
When I leave for university it’s like he knows, the sparkle in his eyes, the shine in his fur just goes. It breaks my heart every time but when I come home he’s so happy to see me and I love it. Sometimes he’s a bit grumpy with me because I’ve been gone for so long but he gets over himself. I honestly don’t know what I will do when his time for the rainbow bridge comes (which will be never btw).
He likes to come up at night for a cuddle and he lays under the quilt with me purring and he has his front paws on my cheek. He stays like that until I fall asleep. You can tell he adores me and I adore him. He’s a bit of an old timer now, but he still has his crazy kitten moments. PS – how cute does he look with a tie? eek —->
Obi was our first rescue cat. His litter was found tied up in a black bin bag outside the skips in the ASDA car park when they were a few hours old. I don’t know how he survived but he was super lucky. He is also the dippiest cat we’ve ever had. We got him in 2007. His personality is something else. He is dopey, silly, kitten-like, hyperactive, needy… pretty much acts and behaves like a three year old child would. He gives amazing cuddles, he puts one paw either side of your neck and just rests his head under your chin. I bloody love his cuddles. At some points his neediness can be super annoying but I just get on with it.
He hates thunderstorms and cat baskets. Let’s just say he tends to mess himself a wee bit. Not nice. As we speak he is sprawled all over me and I literally cannot move, I’m struggling to type all this haha!
These pictures give you a good idea of Obi and his personality.
You will soon see that my house have a Star Wars theme going on with the pet names (Yoda, Obi, Jabba, Yaddle) My favourite picture ever is the one to the left <—–
It looks like he is laughing. So many cat memes could happen with that snapshot. He is just such a quirky loving cat!
|The sign isn’t even joking. Look how high and mighty she looks!|