Remembering Bober

--"Clap clap, I'm a seal, clap clap!" while holding Bo on his back and "clapping" his hind legs together.
--"Don't look, Kitty, it's scary" watching scary movies downstairs and hiding the cat's eyes
--"Kitty....DON'T!"
--"Babycat!"
--Meowing at 5:30 am to be let out to pee
--His great belly wobbled to and fro when he lumbered
--Sleeping on top of the cat mint bush
--Standing like a sentry when I would drive away from the house, his black and white fur a stark contrast to the neutrals of the house
--Mr. Bo is visible from space, just check Google!
--Jumping up onto the piano bench whenever Nico practiced piano
--"pawing" at my lap (sometimes painfully) downstairs late at night to watch Seinfeld with me
--Chewing at his front leg whenever the base of his tail was scratched
--following me out to my office and hanging out with me for awhile
--scratching his paws on my office doormat and always being scolded
--Rounding the corner into our cul-de-sac and seeing him trot across the top of the driveway from the bushes toward the front door to be let into the house for food. I think he knew the sound of our car.
--He wasn't that playful, but he did like to take a few swats at my shoelaces when I'd tie my shoes at the bottom of the stairs. He was a string kitty, not a ball kitty.
--There is a blackened area of paint where the wall turns a corner near the entrance to our kitchen, about 12 inches high, where he would rub his mouth in a sort of sweeping motion. Over the years, the repetition of this marking behavior stained the paint. I will not paint over it.