Loki
Lord of Fire and Mischief
Scourge of Chipmunks
and Joggers
"ooooh, stick... munch munch... grrrrrrr....
heh heh heh...."
Meet my best bud.
Loki was a mixed tabby identified by his vet as "looks like a Maine
Coon by all accounts."
He was 15 years old when he took the great sleep in the fall of 1999, and I really should have measured the big monster.
Let's just say that he was quite big by being as long as my arms from at least elbow to elbow when he was lounging draped across my shoulders... a favorite hangout of his.
He had some rather basic philosophies to life such as:
"Hey! I'm glad to see you. Pet me already because I'm
just sooo adorable."
"Hey, was that the timer on the microwave?"
"Brushings are good!"
"but... but... I was playing with that chipmunk!"
"PURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR..."
"Don't mind me... I'm just going to lounge in your lap for a while..."
"Moving feet! Must catch!"
"Still feet... must lounge..."
and last but not least
"God! It's great to be me!"
Onward!