Riri, Stitt's brother, was a special cat: a bit 'like all cats indeed. He loved to put on the kitchen counter, next to the window, and observe the life that flowed outside. You could see from under the house, although he was facing a window of an apartment on the fifth floor. His eyes seemed lost in the everyday life of "out there", where all you stressed out. On the contrary, his life went quiet, maybe too much, who knows'. qunado remember, eight years ago, and Riri Stitt arrived home there were two balls of fur, one black, the other black and white. arrived in the morning and I had the feeling that some sparrows and pigeons, passing on our balcony, came to welcome him into their new home.
We never separate from them, except to go to Japan. We took them even in Sardinia with the ship that experience!
When you arrive 'home the Peeps were shocked, "and mo' and who 'this ?!?". I must admit, however, 'that Riri it' s never been sociable in partocolar way with the kids, but when he had to do, not running away and you did do anything, a bit 'as a plush doll. On the other hand was a first class wimp and whatever happened at home, running away behind the TV or under our bed and 'top 8 cm. In particular he was afraid of the vacuum cleaner which frightened him TIONS merely so much so that he could remain hidden even after a few hours it off.
relationship with his brother had the love / hate. There were times when it is ignored, and others in which they cuddled crazy. Beautiful were the moments when a fist fight and around the house were always tufts of white hair: Riri poor and as usual, he always took his brother!
Near the window, 'was developed by more' than a year, the coffee machine. At the beginning and not 'that has taken very well, in fact tried in every way to avoid it, pointing the feet against the window and pushing it back. But then, because there was no way, and they 'did a little' more 'and in the "peace." Thus, 'every morning, just awake, I found them to contemplate the "outside", to follow the affairs of humans and see the flutter of pigeons frantic.
Lately I did not see more 'above the floor, next to the hated coffee machine. Will have 'lost interest in being on the hard kitchen floor and you'll have' begun to consider the softness of the couch, I thought. In reality 'in a few days he had lost his appetite and was losing weight more and more': what was once his hobby up there now was a place unreachable, had no more 'forces.
This morning Monica takes him to the vet who finds it in poor condition: he decides to analysis and results would come in the afternoon. And in the afternoon I hear Riri that it was now hopeless.
We let him go, in the immense spaces of the paradise of cats, our cat, companion for 8 years of our lives. Riri
Hello, I miss 'your soft hair, the more' soft turn your water continuously from the bowl, your locks of hair lost the game, your toilet furastica night slammed the chair on the table, This beat the wall and made a mess, your push back by pointing the feet and giving me discomfort while lying on the couch trying to rest, your big nose and pink and the way you say "I love you."
We'll miss you, heck if we miss you ....
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