All our own cats having aged-out means that tickling any cat that passes through the garden is the closest to the old experience. Most of them are quite amenable to a tickle behind the ear.
It's not quite the same as having a cat that will sit on your head in the morning while attacking any visible bit of flesh to encourage you to feed them. But until then here's to the neighbour cats, may they forever be tarts.
This is Nellie at the end of her first of 19 ish years of purring, tap dancing, and being an all round top cat.
She's looking wistfully at something, probably some tuna that has long gone beyond the point of being endangered.
And just look at the size of those ears. She could probably hear the death throes of the poor giant mackerel echoing from the tin.
Magnificent.
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