Rudy was the Cornish Rex cat that kept us entertained for 14 years. He fetched, and he devised special tortures for each of us.
My tailored tortures included him banging on the picture on the wall next to my side of the bed when he wanted me to wake up. He would also drink water out of my glass on my nightstand so I got a lid, which he promptly learned how to knock off.
For Mike, he loved to swipe at his shoelaces as Mike tried to tie his shoes. With our dog Buddy, he would play with toys in front of him until Buddy decided that he was the only one who could play with toys and take it away from Rudy. Some days he would just sit around with his tongue sticking out.
He loved snuggling up and sleeping with his third canine friend, Dingo, until Rudy got very thin. I think he was in pain and didn’t want anyone to touch him too much. He weighed 5 pounds, 4 oz on a Friday in May, which was almost a pound less than when we weighed him 2 weeks before. In his prime, he weighed 9 pounds. We couldn’t watch him suffer any longer. So while we’re sad, we know we did the right thing when we released him from his pain. We will miss him.