August 5th 2007 8:22 am
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This is Bluey's human family (Reet, Scott and Tori):

We'd like to say thank you to everyone who sent such loving support, kind words and purrs/prayers to our Blue.

He came into my life(Reet) by default and I never once thought he should be anywhere else. I had severe allergies to him, but with meds and time, we passed that small obstacle. Our previous home had a small fenced in yard where Blue would go out with the dogs and sunbath while I hung laundry. On more than one occasion, he would growl at people coming up the driveway!
When he was very young, he liked to hide and jump out, looking like Frankenstein's monster, walking on his hind legs, front paws outstretched!
He couldn't stand my mother and hated new people coming into the house.
He warmed up to Scott pretty quickly, although there were a few growling/hissing moments at first.
Once, while he was on the stairs and I was cleaning below him, he grabbed my head with his paws and bit me so hard on my head, he drew blood! I gave up cleaning for the day right then and there and played with him!
Even though he acted aloof most of the time, he was particularly friendly during mealtimes. It was Blue's hobby to help himself to at least one item off our plates. Oddly enough, it was usually tomatoes or broccoli. We were well trained in taking bits of food from our dishes, cutting them up and putting them in the center of the table for him.
If we were lucky to have Blue grace us with his presence at bedtime, he would take up more room than any of the dogs!
Bluey had a great fondness for lounging in Scott's lap as long as Scott was on the sofa.
He especially liked sleeping on our bed during the day and strangely enough, none of the other cats ever bothered him.
Bluey knew what he liked, didn't like and we did, too!
We used to sing to him "What's new, BlueyCat? Whoa, whoa, whoa" to the Tom Jones song.
He would sit on the dining room table and wait to one of us to go by. Then he would stand straight up and 'box' with us. He especially liked doing this to Scott. He had a great one-two swipe!
He was fond of catnip, but it only made him 'dreamy'.
He was attentive and clever enough to know that whenever someone was having a cup of tea or a bowl of cereal, he was getting some milk or creamer. If the tea kettle boiled, he was right there, waiting.
He would sit on the table and watch you eat your cereal, waiting for you to slide the bowl to him for the remainder of milk.
He had us well-trained and we were only too happy to be so.
We were so lucky to have known him like we did, blessed to have lived with him and the most fortunate to be loved by him.

He was and always will be, our beautiful boy.