My beloved cat friend, Jack, passed early this year. He was amazing. A highland lynx, absolutely massive, and clumsy as they come. He would only drink water from one of these for years, but refused to ever stick his face in it. He was a polydactyl, meaning he had giant enormous feet with extra toes. He could cup his paws like hands, and would scoop water from the basin (not the stream), and drink from it like some kind of royalty.
His paws were constantly wet, and our home always had cat paw prints on the floor, and I miss that so much.
Bucky’s little sister passed last year, and although she was overall a much stranger cat, she drank from the waterfall part of the fountain. Sometimes Bucky would get in uncomfortably close and stare at her mouth while she was drinking. It’s hard not to imagine him unable to see the water, thinking, “What are you even doing?? There’s nothing there!”
Sorry for your loss. I hear it’s supposed to get easier, but personally I’m still waiting.
He was amazing. 16 when he passed. I’d had him by my side literally half of my life. Dude was awesome. He was like a saint Bernard shoved into a cat’s body. Lol. He loved to drool on you, and we couldn’t leave tomatoes or onions out. They were not safe around him.
![A Comic Wherein My Cat and I Have the Same Thought [OC]](https://lemmy.world/pictrs/image/103dd831-43f7-4076-ad01-57b4e06b0a9f.png){kind=link}
My beloved cat friend, Jack, passed early this year. He was amazing. A highland lynx, absolutely massive, and clumsy as they come. He would only drink water from one of these for years, but refused to ever stick his face in it. He was a polydactyl, meaning he had giant enormous feet with extra toes. He could cup his paws like hands, and would scoop water from the basin (not the stream), and drink from it like some kind of royalty.
His paws were constantly wet, and our home always had cat paw prints on the floor, and I miss that so much.
Bucky’s little sister passed last year, and although she was overall a much stranger cat, she drank from the waterfall part of the fountain. Sometimes Bucky would get in uncomfortably close and stare at her mouth while she was drinking. It’s hard not to imagine him unable to see the water, thinking, “What are you even doing?? There’s nothing there!”
Sorry for your loss. I hear it’s supposed to get easier, but personally I’m still waiting.
I love that image. Haha. Cats are such strange creatures, aren’t they?
And you’re the artist here? I love this. Looking forward to me!
Jack sounds like he was a great friend. Rest in peace
He was amazing. 16 when he passed. I’d had him by my side literally half of my life. Dude was awesome. He was like a saint Bernard shoved into a cat’s body. Lol. He loved to drool on you, and we couldn’t leave tomatoes or onions out. They were not safe around him.