One thing that continually intruigues me about cats is how they live so compatibly with humans, are so similar to us in many ways, but always have a mysterious charm and attractive alienness. They’re “domesticated” yet remain almost wild - nothing your sweet little housecat does is very far removed from what a tiger or jaguar does. They’re very nearly magical.

Tasha was smart and coordinated enough to drink out of glasses - sometimes sticking her entire head inside one - without ever tipping it over or spilling. (By comparison, my current kitty Hasani has knocked over approximately 247 beverage containers, because he knows there’s liquid in there and he wants to get it out…but he hasn’t yet connected the spill that results with his tipping over the glasses!) Tigger’s big trick was holding very still for seemingly forever, being a living cat statue. Ah, the “joys” of a Keanu cat - all looks & no brains!