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Love this cat. I am sure it is a piece of work like most cats. I just bought my oldest a nice fuzzy bed and she is happy. Why did I just buy her a bed you ask? She hurled in her old one.
He’s the best…and a total character. I call him our chaperone because he will sleep between us and make sure we can’t reach each other.
I wonder: does the heart shape stay even when Mr. Buddy is walking around?
Unfortunately, no. And he’s gotten bigger since this was taken a few years ago (he’s “oh, lawd he comin'” size now), so he doesn’t even really lay to where it’s visible any more.
I had a huge (not fat though) orange and white Siamese (the tips of his hairs were silver) cat named Buddy. His official name at the vet’s office: Not My Cat. Sweetest cat ever. He loved dogs, too. He used to hide under a bush waiting for my springer spaniel to run by so he could be a lion taking down a zebra. The dog would shake him off and keep going. And Buddy would get back into position for the dog’s next pass…
Way cool cat!
The heart hair is a trick, a feline deception, so you won’t suspect he plans to murder you in your sleep once the word comes down from Puddy-Tat central.