It’s been about 8 years since my last post.
Today we lost a very special member of our family 💔💔💔
Forest was born in California and made the trek to New Hampshire as a kitten. His first family nicknamed him Buttaman because he was “as sweet as butter.” After he joined our family (when he was 8 years old), they visited many times and there was no doubt that he remembered and loved them.
Forest adored belly rubs, chin scratches, pats on his hind quarters, and rubbing his face on door jambs (leaving brown marks everywhere). He was obsessed with human hair and inadvertently bit more than a few heads while attempting to grab a mouthful. Butta loved the taste of plastic bags and Christmas ribbon–despite our attempts to keep them out of his reach–potato chips, Doritos and of course catnip.
He was the alpha cat, and a bit of a brat, regularly booting the others out of their sleeping spots, although his favorite napping place was a small wicker basket. The boy was smart – he broke into the dry cat food bin with ease, quickly learned how to give a high 5 for a piece of kibble, and one of two cats who could manipulate food out of the “cat maze”. Like a puppy, he would run to the door to greet us whenever we came home. If you said, “Hi Forest” he would respond with a friendly “chirp, chirp.”
He loved squirrel and bird watching, fancied giant tennis balls and instantly destroyed more new feather toys than can be counted. At feeding time, he would gallop like a pony to the kitchen, meowing incessantly in excitement. He would position himself in his sister Daisy’s “eating spot” which resulted in their daily (very cute) boxing session. He never met a human he didn’t love, and he was content to snuggle on the lap of anyone who offered chin rubs or butt pats.
He spent his days mostly lounging on mom’s keyboard or mouse pad seeking chin scratches. If she tried to ignore him, he would gently swat her nose as a friendly reminder that he required attention. At night you could find him under the covers spooning with his mommy, until about 5AM, at which time he would position himself on daddy’s chest as a cue that it was almost time to eat! He was a sweet lug of a cat with a big personality who gave us over 8 years of unconditional love, lots of laughs and loyal companionship. We will love and miss him forever.
RIP our special boy.
My Devon Rex Kittens 