He needs his own chapter and I’m sorry I forgot about him in the earlier post. I don’t even have a picture on hand! Guess that’s what happens as the family grows.
I got this guy from the shelter at nine weeks. He’d been placed with an older couple for a week and they couldn’t handle him. So I took him on with the caveat that I would not name him “Spot” for the big black patch over his right eye.
He was fearless thus the name above. Throughout his life he became known as Mick, Mickey and Mickey Mouse. He loved wrestling with Lhasa Apso’s, Shi Tsus and other dogs that would run away from home just to come visit. I’d get phone calls: “is my dog there? Yep.”
When Jim and I married I couldn’t have a cat. Luckily a wonderful neighbor with a cat and Corgi Mickey loved, took him into their new home. I miss him. He’s the only cat I’ve ever known who taught himself to fetch post-it notes and drop one at my feet to throw. When I moved out, there were 1,000 under the sofa.
Thank you Nutmeg and Linda and Patrick and Ein for taking the Mickster in.
Cooking with Dee 
I just lost my fav cat a few weeks ago and he was getting up there in age. That cat sure loved to cuddle and would do anything for you to pay attention to you. He would follow you room to room and waited patientily for you to sit down and then would take his paw and touch you in the face and then work his head under your hands and rub himself all over you.
We had spent many hours on the computer with him curled up on my lap sleeping and even to this day I keep reaching out to give him a pat on the head. I know its only been a few weeks since his death,but i still miss him alot and still get teary eyed knowing that he is gone.
Cats sure can be alot of fun and I still find things under couches and chairs that remind me of him of our playtime together.
Thanks for the comment on my blog about dogs on the trails and have yourself a very good eve.
crazyone
So sorry for your loss. I’m looking forward to moving to the country one day and tending to a bunch of strays. Husband is deathly allergic to cats and I even have to bathe the dog once a week. But when I had Mick and Jim and I were “courting” he bought a gas mask and came over and sat on the sofa for 10 minutes talking like Darth Vader until he had to leave. How to know if a guy is serious? Darth Vader mask and ice-cooled cat food timed food solution. That bought us weekends. Love the guy! D