H actually brought Braden home with his brother, Owen, as a surprise 8 years ago (well, next month). They were litter mates and inseparable little cuties and the person who had them wanted them find a home together. They were so adorable when they snuggled! They still snuggled to the end. Owen makes me the saddest because he has no idea what happened to his brother and sits by the screen door and the window looking for Braden. :(
(please excuse my terrible and quickly thrown together collages)
Braden had these adorable big ears and mitten paws and looked so sweet and innocent. He was so smiley. Little did we know what we were in for!
|Braden decided to be a Christmas ornament|
He also had the infuriating habit of sitting on tables. He loved to sit that he edge and drape his paws or head over the side. This was one habit he never broke. He grew out of a lot of his freshness...attacking everything that moved, attacking feet, climbing everything in sight but never that.
One thing he always was was a lovebug. He loved to snuggle and be hugged. He loved to ride on your back and either snuggle your face or sit his butt right on your head, unfortunately. Sweetest cat ever, though! He'd run to you with a cute kitty smile any time you called his name. He loved to play with any toy with us but especially feathers on a stick. He could chase that thing forever with paws flailing. Mostly he just loved to be around us. Cuddling, playing, napping and purring his super loud motor purr.
|happily sleeping with H|
|top: me & fresh, H and fresh napping, H and Fresh snuggling. bottom: back ride!, attacking the screen, Mr. No cuddles|
|See how much he loved his Mr. No!|