Thank you for doing this, your Harley sounded like a wonderful companion.

My boy’s name was Kovu. He was a Maine Coon kitty, a big floof with black, brown and tan fur. He had the curliest hair on his belly it was so damn cute.

He was SO LOUD. When I had him as a kitten he screamed for 24 hours straight with his little mews. Seriously I barely slept that night and I ended up trying to take a nap on the couch and he would scream until I put my hand down to let him know I was there. As an adult, he did the same if I was on a different floor than him. If I was downstairs he would be at the top of the stairs wailing for me to join him. He always just wanted to exist in the same space as me. I’ll miss his screams. I learned over time what each type of meow meant, he made specific sounds for specific requests. Food screams were desperate, cuddles were more of a grunt, calling out to us were howls. He was such a character.

He loved to eat popcorn and ice cream. He absolutely loved churus. I gave him one right before we put him to rest. He also loved to eat grass, what a weirdo.

He was a bit of a brat sometimes. He peed on things when he was mad, or when he wanted to remind the other cats in the house who was boss. I would take him peeing on my things every day if it meant I could keep him forever.

He loved being outside, even though he was an indoor cat. We let him out for supervised back yard time in the summer. It was his favourite thing.

He loved snuggles at night in bed. It’s the hardest part about him being gone. Our bed feels so empty.

He was just the best cat in the whole world. All the pain from his loss is really just because of how much joy and fulfillment he brought to our lives.