As our family prepares to welcome two new kittens into our home and heart tomorrow, I wanted to take the time to put some of my favorite things about Buster in writing.
- Buster had a favorite toy that he has faithfully played with since the week we got him. It was the first toy we gave him – a little furry “mouse” with a yellow ribbon and a tiny bell. We were so excited when he came home from his amputation surgery and he could still throw his mouse into the air with his one front paw. We found that mouse all over the house…it is now little more than a bit of yellow and a bit of fur. I can’t find it at the moment but I know I have seen it recently. When I do find it, it is something I will keep and treasure.
- I loved that we would find Buster in the most random places. I always said that I was going to spend a day taking pictures of all the places I found him in a single day – I hate that I never did that. I have a few pictures though. I found him in our in filing bin, beside my computer on the desk, behind novels on the shelf, in the cabinet behind the photo albums, on top of a grocery basket on the floor, on the table, on top of the mail on the kitchen counter, on the shelf under the coffee table, on top of Hailey’s bookbag, in Hailey’s Build-a-Bear dog house, on the bath mat, in the back of our closet, and of course his favorites – under the Christmas tree when it was up, on the back of the couch looking out the window, on his back on the girls’ small couch, or on the dog bed in our bedroom.
- I love that Buster ruled the dogs. He could go to Daisy’s bed and she would immediately get up. He would mouth her neck, bat his tail and grab her around the face with his paws (when he had two front paws!).
- Buster loved to chew apart cardboard – LOVED it. He completely chewed apart an under-the-bed box and a Build-a-Bear box. He would grab a bite, twist his head, and then fling the cardboard out of his mouth. We would find little piles of cardboard pieces. I bought pretty filing boxes for the girls’ schoolwork and artwork – they have chunks out of them thanks to Buster.
- Buster loved to be where we were and he did not like to be locked out. If we went into the bathroom without him, we would see his little paw peeking out from under the door as he tried to get the door open. He had an amazing ability to open closed doors. If we were eating dinner, he would jump up on the table and want to curl up right there on the table. If we were cooking, he would come jump up on the counter wanting to watch.
- Speaking of cooking – when I was making homemade bread, I had to keep it in the cabinet. He would eat through the plastic wrap to get to the bread.
- When he was little, he would come running if he heard us get the milk out – he must have learned the sound of the plastic jug sliding across the glass shelf.
- Every once in a while he would decide to try and eat out of the dogs’ dish with them – and they let him!
- He slept at my feet at night – I would love to rub him with my toes.
- Some mornings (or even in the middle of the night), I would be woken up when Buster started nibbling on my toes.
- If we put our head on the bed near Buster, he would try to groom our hair.
- Buster put up with our girls carrying him, squeezing him, and basically treating him like a doll at times.
- He would get mad, but we would have to lock him out of the living room to play Rock Band if I was singing – otherwise, he would attack the microphone cord. He would eventually work the door open with his paw.
- Buster was super, super soft and he had these little white hairs sprinkled throughout his black hairs.
- When in the cat carrier, Buster would try every meow in the book to express his displeasure. My favorite was the one that sounded like he was barking.
- This is certainly not my favorite thing, but we swear that Buster and the dogs conspired at times – we think Buster would knock food items either completely off the counter or at least close enough to the edge that the dogs could get it down themselves.
- While at the vet, Buster never hissed, scratched, or bit when someone tried to get him out of his cage. He was very laid back and friendly.
- When we let the dogs out, Buster would stand at the door waiting for them to come back in.
- Sometimes when we came home, we would find Buster lying next to the dogs’ kennel.
- If Buster was in the front window when we drove up, he would come to the back door to welcome us home.
- Buster would hide around corners to jump out and pounce us (or more frequently), the dogs.
- Buster liked to be escorted to his food when he was hungry – it didn’t matter that his food bowl was full, he would meow at us to go with him and then look behind him every few steps to make sure we were coming. Once we escorted him to his food, he would start eating and purring and be fine.
I miss him.