The irreplaceable Baby Cakes from our March 2006 post "Did He who made the lamb?" Update: Another tribute, this from blogfriend Kim of Musing Minds: "Our companions know when we aren’t feeling well, be it physically or psychically, and they try to make us feel better. Poor Tiny doesn’t know why her brother is gone or why her “Mom” and “Dad” are feeling so bad. But she’ll try to make them feel better."
"He was a prince. There'll never be another one like him," Tuck is saying, inconsolable at the sudden, unanticipated loss of our precious, precious Baby Cakes, longing to have him back in his arms for one last sweet whispering of love in his ear. The love was mutual, big time. In homage to that love, a republication of our September 2007 post "Male bonding :"
Normally a desktop user, the Babe made an exception this afternoon, choosing Tuck's laptop for an extended cat-whispering and paw-kneading session.
A little more to the right, please. Tuck knows what a pussycat likes.
"I love the way his tail tip is running through your fingers and the look on your face," we told Tuck. "You look as pleased as he does." His rhetorical response: "What do you expect?"
Update: "Great photos catching the expressions of both Tuck and Baby," writes Goomp in the comments:
However, I think it is species bonding rather than male bonding. My Lucie and my Purrky are of different sex but they both love to bond with me in the same manner as Tuck and The Babe.
He's right, of course. Just ask Tiny. We were only trying -- as always -- to get a catchy headline.