We all love you, Tater Bug:
AmpuTater, Tater McTater Pants.
Through your dark morning howls
Greeting quacks
You are the tiger of our household,
The Fabio of housecats.
Our very own
Sexiest Cat Alive!!
This affection, we know,
Leaps over moons
Swims deep rivers
And outgrows the bounds of a
Domestic Short Hair purebred.
We don’t care.
You’re ours.
You’ve lived sixteen both very long,
and short, years.
Two moves to and from and to
Colorado. Six houses.
We already miss you.
We already assume you’ll live forever.
Put Out to Pasture 
A beautiful tribute.
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He’s the quirkiest, best cat. Even people who don’t like cats love him.
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🙂
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Oh, he’s alive… Is that unclear at the end. We know he’s ancient… We miss him and assume he’ll never die??
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Ah I thought it was he passed away. Why do you miss him? I’m so sorry. You can delete all that, again I’m sorry.
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Awww 🥰
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❤️❤️
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We once belonged to a ginger named Gimli. He, like Tater, was the best cat ever! I still miss him and now we live in a “no cats allowed” place (how ridiculous is that!?). Your Tater Bug brought back great memories. Beautifully written. Thank you! 😊
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It seems to be the gingers, doesn’t it?
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They’re the best! ❤️
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They really are!!
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Some cats are just pure joy, and I think you had one. Nice post.
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He is still our joy, Geri. He’s just getting very old. I definitely love him!!
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