Sebastian was born and raised on my farm. He would always walk under your feet when you would walk outdoors. Luckily no one ever stepped on him. One day he kept meowing right outside of my back door. I felt sorry for him, and he became my third house cat.
Sebastian was knowledgeable. The first night Sebastian was in my house, I heard quite a racket from my living room. Sebastian had been busy gathering all the missing toy mice and placing them in a neat little row. Sebastian also let me bathe him. He seemed to enjoy his bath, and he made no fuss whatsoever.
Sebastian did not respect my older house cats, to begin with. He liked to wrestle with them, but they did not greatly appreciate it. As Sebastian matured, he acted much better with my other house cats.
Sebastian loved to balance on the window valances, and he would walk across them to the other side. Sebastian was quite the acrobat. As Sebastian matured, he could no longer perform this feat.
Sebastian loved to sleep on my bed at night. It was a three-cat night in the winter instead of a three-dog night. I always would end up with three cats sleeping peacefully in my bed.
Sebastian’s favorite toys were always toy mice. He had quite an assortment of them to play with. He also liked to bat away at a mouse in a circle toy.
Sebastian was about twelve when I discovered lung cancer from an X-Ray that my vet had taken off his chest. I thought he just had asthma. My vet put him on a steroid treatment. The steroids worked for about one year. Sebastian kept losing weight and had more difficulty walking up and down the steps in my house. He was thirteen years old when I had my vet put him to sleep. I never want to see one of my beloved pets suffer.
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