Boo-Boo was the perfect cat.  He was patient, even-tempered, exceptionally loving, & friendly.  He was a handsome tuxedo cat, even with his torn ear & uneven bottom lip.  He was exceptionally curious, but what cat isn't?  He was also a complete ladies man.  After his "alteration," he eventually lost outdoor privileges due to his continued roaming & not so successful fighting with neighborhood Toms.  A 3-day stint away from home was the final straw...he came back with the skin on his bottom jaw hanging down about a half inch, which then had to be surgically wired back onto his jaw.  Mom was eventually able to build a nice screened porch in the backyard, which provided Boo-Boo with his own personal retreat where he spent most of his days during hospitable weather.  During the winter months, Boo-Boo settled for a cushioned spot in front of the heater.  However, Mom’s lap proved to be his favorite spot regardless of the weather.



Boo-Boo’s personality was the absolute best.  Cat lovers & dog lovers alike held him in high regard.  He lacked the aloofness & snobbishness of some cats and preferred to behave in a most loving and affectionate manner.  He even reacted to strange cats & kittens quite well.  While cat sitting a kitten named “Peanut,” Boo-Boo eventually gave in and allowed the kitten to “nurse” on him.  Nothing is as cute as seeing an adult male cat give in to a young kitten.  Eventually, he became the primary caretaker of a feral kitten named “Mocha.”  She has grown into one of the most obnoxious cats ever created.  As much as she annoyed Boo-Boo, he always put up with her games.



Boo-Boo spent his last days in the way he loved the most:  Asleep in front of the heater while Mom was at work; curled up on her lap while she was home; resting on her feet while she slept.  We knew this day was coming and we felt sure he would let us know when it was time for him to leave us.  After 18 years of life, he spent his final moments curled up in Mom’s lap, holding onto her arm with his head tucked away.