My son made a gruesome discovery today while I was away from the house. Bagheera, one of our kitties, was hit by a car. We are heartbroken at the sudden loss of our Bagheera, whom we affectionately called our “Goober Kitty”. He was with us for over 11 years, and lived a long and happy life, but that doesn’t make this any easier.
Goober was the only cat I ever had who talked to his reflection in the water dish. He was so worried about that cat, and he tried to set it free on more than one occasion.
He would sit outside my office window and wonder why I couldn’t pet him.
But he was such a love… He wouldn’t just rub up against you; he would push his head up to you and hold it there. I never had a cat that would “headbutt” for pettins’ rather than rub his head to the side like other cats do.
When he purred, he “chuffed” like big cats do.
He was a talkative cat. I could ask him, “Who’s my goober kitty,” and he’d answer me.
He called me, “Mooommm”; quite loudly, I might add, especially when he would get lost inside the house. Not that our house was large enough to get lost in… he would love on you in one room, walk to another room, and forget where you were.
He was a beautiful Bengal boy… and his family tree had no branches. If I could have made him a kitty banjo I would have.
And I loved him with all my heart.