At least 95% of the photos I took of him look something like this one.
Unless he was asleep, he was always moving, a little black blur of energy. He had this thing about attacking your feet, or your hand, or whatever was close by and moving and available to attack. He was just playing, but the claws and teeth were real!When he was asleep he was completely adorable and oh, so snuggly.
In the last few weeks he had been sick with a respiratory tract infection. My husband, who has in the past said in no uncertain terms that no animal that poops and pees will be let into the house, brought him into the house to keep him out of the cold, and patiently litter trained him.He quickly made friends with the big stray, Mittens. (Mittens by the way, has not been seen lately, not sure what has happened to him.)
And he tried to make friends with Nemo, who would have nothing to do with friendship. (Nemo is most definitely a loner.) Here he is begging to be played with. In spite of Blackberry's best efforts, Nemo can't be persuaded.
He loved to survey the world from on top a shoulder...
or even better, from on top his favorite perch, the tractor seat.
He loved tractor rides, too.
When he was a lonely little kitty, newly separated from his mother and brothers and sisters, he looked for playmates in the chicken. Even when he was a tiny wobbly kitten they were afraid of him.
He quickly learned that it was fun to chase and harass the hens and spent hours chasing them. Sometimes he would manage to catch one and pin it to ground.
He was a master at hide and seek, and was talented at getting himself locked up accidentally . We locked in the chicken coop several times, and was locked in my car overnight. Once he was locked in the workshop for two days while we searched high and low for him.
Blackberry on the day we brought him home. He got his name from his sharp little claws. He was sweet and snuggly, but definitely prickly, too.
Farewell, Blackberry, you will be missed. 
How sadly that Blackberry died.
ReplyDeleteYou have so nice photos from it that You'll Blackberry will stay long time in Your hearts.
Anyway life must go.
I wish a very happy weekend to You all.
My heart goes out to you Kateri, I know how much our pets are a part of the family, and how deep the loss is once they're gone. It was wonderful that he got to share his life with you.
ReplyDeleteOh, I am so sorry!
ReplyDeletethe daffodils in your header are a lovely memorial to a cute kitty
That's sad, but at least the time he had with you was a good time for him. Many are not that fortunate!
ReplyDeleteThat's sad, but at least the time he had with you was a good time for him. Many are not that fortunate!
ReplyDeleteSorry to read about your kitty. It is so hard when our animals die. Glad you have the photos.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed looking at your Inca photos very much.
It saddens me to hear about your kitty Blackberry's passing.
ReplyDeleteMy kitty Chuck was 22-years-old when he died, he was the cat that converted my husband.
They become such a part of your family. My thoughts are with you.
Julie
we are all sad about Blackberry, too :-( I hope that one day another little kitty will find his way into my dad's heart the way this one did!
ReplyDeleteYou have captured some good memories with Blackberry! The missing kitty... one of the drawbacks of the farm... dear ones come and go unannounced.
ReplyDeleteI'm so sorry to hear about Blackberry. It's always tough. We lost a little kitten once to a respiratory disease, too. I hope another will scratch it's way into your hubby's heart and lives!!
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