She always wanted to be held and petted on
in some way. She had a requisite amount of lap time, and she'd let
me know if the quota was low! She loved lying on her back and I
could hold her like a baby and she'd sleep blissfully. I even
mastered cradling her on my lap as I typed at the computer.
had complete trust in me, and our communication with each other was
unique. She was my alarm clock in the morning, jumping back & forth
over my head, a feat I always felt was worthy of inclusion on the
Planet's Funniest Animals. She'd be there to sleep with me every
night. She helped me with my home work, she helped me pay my bills,
rolling in any sort of paperwork was a specialty ;-) and she always
expected the last few sips of milk in my cereal bowl, often asking
for it before I was done.
was an 'exotic' and this was the first time I'd ever been owned by a
Persian cross. She was, without a doubt, the hairiest little cat
I've ever known. Her fur was like silk, soft and downy and fly-away,
an asthmatic's nightmare. She will continue to live on through her
hair, still clinging to everything I own. The lint-roller even
became known as the 'de-Kessifier.'
I'd have her till the end of her days on this planet, but I didn't
expect her to go so quickly. I miss her daily, she left quite a
void. She is with me always.
attached a picture of Kess, in one of her favorite poses, waiting
for a belly rub...and if you look closely, you can see how hairy the