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Taffy would sit on his condo on the back porch and watch the birds and other animals that came to play in the small stream for hours. No matter where he was in the house, if I sat down in the recliner, he would come and nestle in my lap and soon fall to sleep. He loved to be held in my arms, and though it broke my heart, I am eternally grateful that I was able to hold him for the last time in my arms when he passed.
Taffy was the absolute best hugger in the whole world...If I picked him up, his arms would go around my neck and his face would gently be placed next to mine. I have never met a cat that hugged as much and as lovingly as Taffy. And I so miss those hugs. When I would come home from work, Taffy would generally be upstairs on my bed. When he would hear the door he would run to the top of the stairs and call out to me. I would answer with "hello" and he would answer back. Every day he would do this..I loved coming home to him. This sweet little guy filled a void in my life like none other. And I miss him so.