A Love Story

Turkish Angora Cat with Odd Eyes Poster

Paddington, the cat with the BIG personality! Here he is giving me one of his “I don’t care what you’re doing, stop everything and brush me now!” stares.

“Until one has loved an animal, a part of one’s soul remains unawakened.” — Anatole France

It’s been six years since I updated the tale of the Brothers Angora — Paddington and Bones. Where has the time gone? I’ll pick up where I left off in 2009. You can read their earlier history in the links at the bottom of this post, including newborn photos.  Cute photos!

Paddington was a very brave kitty at the vet in September 2015. On the left he waits on my lap, in the upper right he patiently endures shots and prodding. In the lower right, he explored the room. So many wonderful toys!

Paddington was a very brave kitty at the vet in September 2015. On the left he waits on my lap, in the upper right he patiently endures shots and prodding. In the lower right, he explored the room. So many wonderful toys!

In September of 2010 after a year in San Francisco with Cynthia, Paddington returned to live with us when Cynthia moved to South Korea to teach English for a couple of years.  This time, I wasn’t letting him go!

Paddington and his brother are Turkish Angora cats. Paddington was renowned for his one blue eye and one amber eye, and Bones is deaf, both are traits sometimes found in white cats.  According to descriptions about Turkish Angora cats, these cats often choose a particular member of the family to be their constant companion and are very protective of their person. This was true with Paddington.

“Our perfect companions never have fewer than four feet.” ― Colette

After Paddington returned to my house to live in 2010, he was a bit standoffish, since Cynthia was his person. And he’d been a wide traveler, too, with many frequent flier miles. But he grew attached to me and soon was demanding his daily brushing.  He would follow me around and stare at me until I got the hint. Whenever I sat on the sofa, he would jump on my lap. When he wanted to be brushed, which was often, he would stretch out, placing his paws on the sofa arm.  He turned so that I brushed every section of his beautiful white fur. He especially loved to have his cheeks and neck brushed.  There was no better job than being his masseuse and groomer.

Paddington supervises my artwork as I prepare to paint an Airedale Terrier for friends.

Paddington supervises my artwork as I prepare to paint an Airedale Terrier for friends.

Paddington’s bed was next to my desk upstairs, where we had many conversations.  At night he’d always appear at my bedside as I was getting into bed.   Even when I thought Paddington was sound asleep in his bed, he’d often wake up as I passed by and dash down to my bedroom before I even got there, ready for his nightly chest rub. When I was settled in, he jumped on the bed for a nightly petting, which included a chest rub. As I rubbed his chest, he would paw the air “making biscuits.” It was so adorable!

“Some people talk to animals. Not many listen though. That’s the problem.” ― A.A. Milne

When Paddington and Bones lived with my daughter and Cynthia in college, the brothers would hang out together, but not so much after their most recent separation.  In November 2015, Paddington started hanging out with his brother more.  One night, my daughter heard a strange yowling cough and thought the two brothers might be fighting (yes, they did get into some tussles with Paddington usually the one starting the spat), but when she went into the room, she found Paddington limp on the bed. We rushed him to an veterinary  emergency room, but he couldn’t be revived. He must have had a heart attack. He crossed the Rainbow Bridge on November 18, 2015. We were in shock.  He was only eleven years old. We thought we had many more years with him. I miss that little guy so much.  So far I haven’t been able to remove his bed, which is still matted with his white fur.  There will always be a cat-shaped hole in my heart and life. Take no one for granted, not your family, nor your friends and not your little furry companions.

Paddington, left, and Bones snuggle on a bed. Though they were littermates, they couldn't be more different in personality. Paddington was the BOLD one.

Paddington, left, and Bones snuggle on a bed. Though they were littermates, they couldn’t be more different in personality. Paddington was the BOLD one.

“Animals are such agreeable friends ― they ask no questions, they pass no criticisms.” ― George Eliot

The Brothers Angora, Chapter One

Gone to California.

Malcolm was my first love.

Malcolm is a Norwegian Forest Cat, Cat of the Vikings!

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18 responses to “A Love Story

  1. I just love the videos of your cats Catherine. I hope you had a wonderful Christmas. Happy New Year my friend 😀 ❤

  2. All the very best of the Christmas season to you and yours!!! I 💛💛💛your cats!

  3. Thanks for sharing this. 🙂

  4. A regal rascal I bet! Looking at him I can hear a line from “The King and I” –
    “Yes, your majesty; no, your majesty; how much food in your dish your majesty?

  5. Catherine, what a beautiful tribute to Paddington. So sorry to hear that he has left your life, but your memories are wonderful and I’m so glad you shared them. Your description of him pawing the air “making biscuits” is so perfect. 🙂 When we lived in Virginia our neighbor had a white cat that looked so much like Paddington, also renowned for his one blue eye and one amber eye. After he discovered our catnip stash he was our BFF. You brought back great memories. Wishing you a fabulous 2016! ~Terri

    • Thank you, Terri! I’m so happy that my daughter was able to capture Paddington’s biscuit making in a very short video, which is the bottom one above.

      Paddington was our catnip lover. His brother Bones wasn’t that interested. I only had to open the bag, and Paddington would come running. I grew some catnip, too, but it wasn’t potent enough to attract Paddington’s interest. Figures, since it was free 😉

  6. I know you loved him so and must have shed some tears while writing this. Paddington was one very lucky guy. The quotations you added are all so true. To this day, I can’t read the Rainbow Bridge without crying. I really do believe that animals help make us human.

    • It’s awful how much I miss that cat! Bones is trying to feel the void. Today, we are throwing out Paddington’s bed, which can’t be salvaged (too matted with hair and other debris.) Loki out grew it, and Paddington was happy to take it over. I hate to let that bed go. Paddington was always in it next to my desk. I could make a little shrine to my little sweetheart.

      Animals do make us human. I bless the day that I fell in love with animals, because I really fell in love with the world that day. You blazed the trail with your menagerie of delightful creatures.

  7. Thank you for stopping by my humble blog! I have enjoyed visiting yours. We once had six cats but are down to one – our last probably. But we still miss them all!

  8. They (our beautiful pets) do make our little hearts full, Catherine; and so sad when their time with us is through. Wouldn’t miss it though, they’re worth all the fun, the joy, the heart felt love they share.
    _____
    I’d like to share here the Reflection for the Turkish Angora Cat, for those who’d like a little more insight into this deep, loving personality.
    https://abcofspiritalk.net/2012/09/28/angora-cat-reflection/
    Part of the Reflection for the Turkish Angora Cat reads as follows:
    “Yes, my friends, the Angora personality will pour oil over troubled water. This they will do because they cannot do anything else; it is a natural part of their character.
    To have an Angora personality in your life, is to be a life blessed with sensitivity, love, and a deep and personal meaning to one’s existence.”

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