My FUBAR was a big fluffy ball of cuddle. He cuddled into my neck as a baby and every day found his way there several times even though he no longer fit. He slept next to me, woke up with me, told me it was time to come out of my office at night, and knew if I was sad for extra cuddles.
FUBs fur was soft, more like fine baby’s hair than cat fur. He played fetch and licked things like a dog. He was always trying to clean me with his raspy tongue, much to my chagrin as it was exfoliation by sandpaper and was camped out in every room that I was in every minute, including the bathroom – sometimes leaving me yearning for some alone time.
Now that he is gone I miss his presence in every room even during time best spent alone in the bathroom. The alone time wanted is now so sadly present.
He picked me when I went to see kittens but was not going to take one home. He picked me to snuggle, play with, and comfort when either needed it. He picked me to care for him and he is so missed.