My Stinky boy. (November 2011- August 8th, 20205)

Bagherra (and his brother, Baloo) were both rescues by a mutual friend back in 2011, and I first met him in 2011 at said friend's house to get to meet the two of them. I brought them both home to the house I was renting in January 2012 after they had both been fixed, and he was a constant friend, companion, and occasional little shit for the last 14 years.

Like most kittens, he had play fights with his brother, although I did end up yelling at both of them when they ran over my face late one night while I was getting to sleep. They both had full run of the place, more or less, except for the patio after I caught him getting out from the patio a couple times at the rental.

I called him stinky boy, most notably because a couple years after I bought the new house and moved in, He'd spend part of the night sleeping next to me in my bed, at least until he woke up up at 2 AM by farting in my face; I blasted awake, exclaiming "WHO POOPED!?!?!?!?!?" and opened my eyes to see his brown eye staring back at me. When I called him out on it, he turned his head to face me with a "who, moi?? look on it.

(Hermes retained the title on "cat with the most rank poop"- the entire house knew when he dropped one in the box, mostly because he didn't cover it up.)

He wasn't as much of a people person as Baloo, but would come out to meet the guests and hang out if he knew them well enough, usually by way of climbing up on the backs of the chairs.

While we never could really break him of clawing on the furniture, he was at least decent about using the scratching posts built into the cat trees I had, at least until he clawed almost all the way through the triple wall cardboard tube one was made of, and then fell off the platform directly above that tube afterwards. (I indirectly caught it and had a very inappropriate giggle after making sure he was OK.)

As he aged, he slowed down a bit, but would still manage to jump on on the counter WHERE HE DIDN'T BELONG, GET DOWN FROM THERE STINKY BUTT, and other places where I didn't expect him to get to. The last month saw him become more gaunt, though, and I knew it was getting close. the final straw was about a week ago- he stopped eating dry food entirely, was walking with that frailty of someone who's joints are falling apart, and it was time. We went into the vet (he half-heartedly fought me getting him the carrier, which is also telling) ran blood work, and found that he was in advanced renal failure, and made the decision to say good bye and send him on his next adventure on the other side of the rainbow bridge to be with Hermes and Shiva and Peanuts.

He had 14 years on this plane of existance that I feel he and Baloo would otherwise not have had; They were found in a box wrapped up in a towel next to the doors of the pet store the mutal friend worked at.

I am going to miss him, but no one lives forever, and I'm proud that I was able to give him a loving home for his time here.