In memory of Tybalt

Tybalt, (Tybs, Bibs) was my first cat, the most handsome boy, and he was my soul cat. A proper mummy’s boy, we had a bond so special, I never knew having a cat could be like this. I thought having a cat would be fun, cute and I knew I’d love him but the bond we had was so unexpected- I’m devastated. He was the most loved, spoiled puss, and I love him with all my heart. I’ll miss his quirks, and his croaky ‘ows’, his own very distinct meow. He was my baby, on a night he would wait for me to pull my blanket over my legs, pat my lap and he’d jump up, making biscuits, before slumping his head on my right arm and purring up a storm in his loud two-toned purr, laying there until my arm went numb. He’d let me pet him on a night but not my husband, he loved him and gave him snuggles, but he was my baby. I’d carry him in my arms around the house as he purred, looking up at me with his huge moon-eyes, eyes everyone who ever met him commented on. He was the softest, silkiest boy who would sit for endless strokes and I can’t believe I’ll never have that with him again, but I will be forever grateful for the extra year we got with him and for every single snuggle we had. I love you Bibs, I always will. Thank you for being my baby. 

by Alex Smith