Despite his striking good looks, fashion genius, athletic physique and his successful business empire, Tabs never assumed anything when it came to the ladies. He was always a gentleman, and he never forgot a Valentine’s Day.
He could always tell when I needed extra lurvies.
And I have to say, having known other cats, as wonderful as they are, sometimes they do very “cat” things, where they enthusiastically dole out the purrs and affection when they want something — hint, hint — like cats treats or gravy. Sure, Tabs loved his gravy. He would have bathed in it if he could, but when he stared into my eyes, when he purred on my chest, when he looked up at me from across the room and meowed, I felt real love.
I didn’t feel like it was cat code for “I’ll take some treats, please.”
You know the saying, “he’s a lover, not a fighter”? Oh, yeah, that was Tabs, except that he fancied himself as both.
He wasn’t though. He was just a lover. 😂
I miss him extra today… As I look back at his pictures and look into his eyes, I see the unconditional love that I believe was there.