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I found some old pics of my cat (& the cat before Tiger) and decided to make them pretty for a tiny cat picspam... and two macros, cuz I can *g*
That's Kokomiko, the picture was taken 1985 (a year before I was born) in our old garden. That's the real Kokomiko, also known as Marsupilami, a french comic figure ♥
Kokomiko died when I was 5 or something. He was highly intelligent and very cheeky... he used to steal food of the table... while we were eating. And he could open the fridge. And he was literally a cat burglar... he jumped to another balcony and raided their fridge... Crazy cat *g*
Now on to Tiger, the pictures aren't chronologically ordered. We got him when I was 5 or 6 (a few months after Koko died).
The washing machine was his favoured place to be for a few years, he would just sit there and watch us *g*
His second favoured place was my mom *g* He was not happy that I dared to interrupt the cat-time ^^
He would sit on her arm for hours and just poke her every once in a while to collect a pet^^
This is my chair... or our chair, we fought every evening^^
He was not supposed to be on the kitchen table and he knew it^^
When he wasn't resting on some human he would just let himself fall wherever he was... Preferably somewhere in the way *g*
Eugh, bad quality, I couldn't get it to look better. Yes, Tiger is sitting in my moms jacket^^ (God, our living room was fugly at that time)
Curled up on the couch. Cats aren't really supposed to sleep, but Tiger did. Real deep with dreams and stuff. He'd flex his feet and meow and sigh in his sleep. It was adorable.
And two macros, possibly made of fail^^
In conclusion: My cat rocked and I miss him so bad, but I'm not sad anymore^^
That's Kokomiko, the picture was taken 1985 (a year before I was born) in our old garden. That's the real Kokomiko, also known as Marsupilami, a french comic figure ♥
Kokomiko died when I was 5 or something. He was highly intelligent and very cheeky... he used to steal food of the table... while we were eating. And he could open the fridge. And he was literally a cat burglar... he jumped to another balcony and raided their fridge... Crazy cat *g*
Now on to Tiger, the pictures aren't chronologically ordered. We got him when I was 5 or 6 (a few months after Koko died).
The washing machine was his favoured place to be for a few years, he would just sit there and watch us *g*
His second favoured place was my mom *g* He was not happy that I dared to interrupt the cat-time ^^
He would sit on her arm for hours and just poke her every once in a while to collect a pet^^
This is my chair... or our chair, we fought every evening^^
He was not supposed to be on the kitchen table and he knew it^^
When he wasn't resting on some human he would just let himself fall wherever he was... Preferably somewhere in the way *g*
Eugh, bad quality, I couldn't get it to look better. Yes, Tiger is sitting in my moms jacket^^ (God, our living room was fugly at that time)
Curled up on the couch. Cats aren't really supposed to sleep, but Tiger did. Real deep with dreams and stuff. He'd flex his feet and meow and sigh in his sleep. It was adorable.
And two macros, possibly made of fail^^
In conclusion: My cat rocked and I miss him so bad, but I'm not sad anymore^^