Willie
cat
Born April 8, 2008
Adopted March 8, 2015
Adopted from Catmandu
2015
2016
2017
Sam was invited to the secret cat meeting.
2018
2019
2020
When Willie walked along the platforms he would stick one leg out like this against the wall. Maybe so he always knew where the wall was?
2022
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We moved his surefeed and he didn't like jumping down to it. How could we do that to him instead of place it in front of his face when it was time for food???
Was the fall of all the stuff the fault of a cat?? Never...
2023
He went outside just so he could look in through the window.
This was mostly Panther, but we couldn't be sure Willie didn't get into it as well, but Panther (and maybe Willie) ate a significant portion of River's Rimadyl.
This stuff was the WORST. But it was necessary to help keep the cats okay after eating Rimadyl. But boy. They hated it.
We had so many medications to get into Panther and Willie we had to have a posted schedule.
Willie hated closed doors in his house. Especially the bathroom door.
Next to the fish tank was one of the only places that was dedicated Willie-territory. He shared most other places with the other cats, but this was HIS.
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Every once in a while Willie would attack a dog toy. He was partial to the tennis balls.
2025
He didn't make a very good book rest. He wouldn't sit still long enough.
Even at the new house, the laundry was a favorite spot. New favorite spot: on top of Sam's pillow.
Cuddled up under the covers was the cutest thing<3
Yes, Roborock. That is an important obstacle.
He could sunbathe without ever having to leave the bed in this new house.
Perfect circle cat <3. I love this shot. I kept mistaking it for a flower when scrolling past the thumbnail on my phone.
2026
We bought a new merino wool blanket. He claimed it immediately.
This jerk managed to crash my book by standing on it! I guess it was my fault for reading instead of petting him constantly.
Not a catio so he had to be strictly supervised, but after we made the deck dog-safe the cat wandered out and got to sit outside for a bit.
Sam's PJ pants were a sufficient fabric to cuddle underneath.
Willie's paw prints join the rest of the gang =(
He loved to spend his afternoons on this box, right by the door where he could be in the sun and sometimes I'd crack it open so he could smell outside.
For his last day he got to eat tuna all day. He could only eat so much but he lapped it up as fast as he could—he was so excited.
It's an illusion but he looks like a kitten in these shots where the bed covers his paws and makes his legs look shorter.
Sam opened the door so he could see and smell outside from his box. He decided to wander outside for a few minutes and got one last outing.
Tired from his outing on the deck.
He made his way to his box. He spent the rest of his short time here. He left us happy, safe, and purring.
