My cat Pumpkin was a lovely blackcat whom I acquired 14 years ago. He was a loving, wonderful animal. He was always there when I walked in the door to greet me and would always love to be picked up and hugged. He came in my life for a reason for me to be more loving, affectionate, take time to smell the roses. If I only had listened and paid more attention to his cues. He had a lot of dog-like characteristics.
One night, when I was living on Georgia Avenue in West Palm Beach, I heard a banging like sound. I got up and I observed my cat banging on the blinds on the window. I told him to stop and he kept on doing it. I finally opened the blinds and there was nothing there. Approximately one hour later, early in the morning, a police officer knocked on my door and asked me if I had owned a white van and I told him no. I told him my neighbor did. He mentioned to me that this particular van had been broken into. Wow, Pumpkin was alerting me to a break in.
Another time, while I was at that same apartment, I had my window open. My apartment was approximately 200 feet from the street. A man was walking down the street and he growled at him. I could not believe a cat would growl at somebody. He was very smart and very alert.
He was also very playful. He loved to fetch. He would bring me milk tabs to throw and he would bring them back. Another time, I would throw the milk tab in the air and he would jump and hit it really hard. He was so playful.
Pumpkin died last month and I truly miss him so. I wished I had paid attention to all of his messages. I wished I had taken more time with him. I wished I had been more playful. There is nothing like the love of a cat. I miss his soft fur, his soft velvet ears and nose, his beautiful shiny black coat. And, most importantly, his affection, his personality, and his company.
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