Buster came to us about 3 years ago. When we went to meet him, he jumped up on the table where I was sitting, put his paws over my arm and started to purr. He was very much a people cat. He loved laps and purring and eating. He was not a scaredy cat. When we had people over, he had no problems trying out the laps. If you didn't pay him the attention he wanted, he'd find a lap that came with a hand that better knew how to scritch him.
He was a feral cat before his previous owner. He only had about 6 teeth left, a clipped ear and it looked like his tail had gotten caught in a door at some point. These just added to his personality and did nothing to dim his spirit.
He had other cat friends in the neighborhood. Milo, in particular like to hang out with him.
Buster lost an eye to cancer earlier this year. Unfortunately, the illness came back. He started getting lethargic about 3 weeks ago and we had to end his suffering last Friday.
He is missed. The energy in the house is completely different without him.
His is the first time in about 30 years that I haven't had a cat. I'll have to do something about that.
