Farewell to the KittyMan

Lyle, my 16-year-old gray tabby, went on to his great reward last Friday. You may know him from posts here, here, and here.

I was blessed to live with such an aggressively affectionate personality. Let me be clear: he was loving in a very stylish and cool way, not in a needy and smothering way. I swear James Brown recorded this song because he had a premonition of Lyle's arrival on this planet, for surely it is his theme song. We called him "The Kittyman" around here. Lyle believed that time spent reading and writing was ill-used, and better spent rubbing his ears. Sometimes his overwhelming love was downright uncomfortable - when you wake up at two a.m. because a cat is licking your armpit, it's hard to be appreciative sometimes. I miss him and will for a long, long time.

Anyway, I hope James Brown and Lyle salute each other when they meet in the afterlife.

Piles, truckloads, and barrels of thanks to Lake Brandt Veterinary House Calls. Those folks are veterinary champs.

Comments

[Buchanan]

Sorry to hear about your loss Verona, sixteen years is a lot of ear rubbing.

Much respect to the Crazy Kittyman.

"I wish I could be as carefree and wild, for he had cat class and he had cat style."

[Billy The Blogging Poet]

I'd offer you a rooster but somehow I don't think it would be the same... Sorry about kitty.

[Tina]

I'm so sorry that Lyle is no longer with us. He was obviously a beloved companion, and I was honored to meet him.

[verona]

Thanks guys. I've always said that if anything happened to Lyle, I'd have to be put in a home. But thanks to the support of people like you, I'm doing okay so far.

[Danny]

I always liked Lyle. I remember one time you had a party and you tied a rope around his waist so he wouldn't get out. He looked so silly and perturbed! He was a great cat and I'm sorry about your loss.