|I was upset with Bobo's behavior one day|
and packed his kitty toys
in a bandana
A "Soul Kitty" is the one who you swore that " there was no other cat out there quite like him" (isn't it funny how we ALL say that about our cats?)
When Bobo was still a young cat, very much alive and vital, I often played music in the apartment that we shared. There was one song, "Tears In Heaven" by Eric Clapton, that for some reason Bobo particularly liked. Whenever it would come on he would come walking into whatever room I was in. He would rub his head and face against my hand or my leg. He did this so often that I began to call it "Bobo's Love Song" or "The Kitty Love Song" . I used to become sad thinking that one day, even if it WAS many years down the road, my Bobo would no longer be with me. Even with Bobo being so young the thought would bring me to tears. I couldn't imagine not having my "Baby Bobo" in my life. It's been six years since Bobo passed.
I still cant.