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Yes I love cats. One evening I came home for lunch and my husband at the time was laying on the bed and I heard a little meow coming from the pillow and I looked and saw a tiny little kitten laying there looking up at me.
I picked him up and snuggled him and asked my husband where did you get him? He replied he got him from a male friend of his that took in the mother cat and her kittens and he was giving away the kittens. I proceeded to ask what should we name him and my husband replied “Stirfry”. I thought that was a very cute name.
He grew up to be a big lovable cat that had his own personality. When he wanted to be loved he would come over to you and love up on you. If you wanted to pick him up and he wasn’t ready to be picked up he would dart away.
Stirfry loved to sleep on the bed laying curled up in a ball and then rolling on his back to sleep. He would sleep in funny positions. One thing he liked to do is hop up on the banister and use the banister post as his scratching post, but had no claws. My husband decided to step up to the banister and try to hand pop
Stirfry in a playful mode and Stirfry was going to pop his hand back so they started boxing. My husband said I’m playing box a kitty. Stirfry loved to sleep next to my husband at that time and when Stirfry wanted out of the room he would stand on the bed and try to paw at the door handle to get the door open and my husband would open the door and then close it.
When Stirfry wanted back into the room, he would put his paw underneath the door and giggle it until it opened or it was opened by my husband. Other times we would be sitting in the den watching TV and Stirfry would be in the kitchen eating a little bit and then he would run so fast out of the kitchen into the den and then into the dining room and then slide right into the doorframe trying to get back into the kitchen. It was so funny watching him does that.
We had four dogs and they would love to chase Stirfry around the house and mess with him until he popped them and told them he had enough.