I remember the first time I met Mustapha. I went to Fuzzy's apartment so that he could help me with my taxes. We sat down at the dining room table and this cat was running around and wouldn't get off the table.
When I saw the little white tip on his tail I was completely derailed. I couldn't focus on taxes because this cat had a white tip on his tail.
I have one single pint glass left from the time he lived with me. If you left any sort of glassware out it was his duty to knock it over.
He also broke my Hello Kitty alarm clock, a glass that held my Q tips and a little gargoyle. He claw destroyed my my Queen Bee bag and my luggage. But I still loved him.
When I had really short hair he would sit on the back of the couch and lick my hair.
He's one of those cats that insist on waking you up no matter what. I just remember one morning when I was so determined to sleep in that I cocooned myself in a sheet. He lay on top of the sheet, on my face, flat on his back, purring loudly, happy as a clam.
I spent some time with him a couple of weeks ago.
He sat on my lap while we watched TV. I was eating ice cream and accidentlly dripped some on him. So he got to have a little treat.
I'm going to miss you Mustapha.