Harely despite being declawed LOVED to be outside. He would be outside every spare 'warm' minute if we let him. I say warm because his nick-name was 'tender-foot'. He did not like to get his feet cold. Every night if we didn't let him outside to roam and play with his friends he would come into the bedroom as meow at us as loud as he could. But every morning he would be sitting by the sliding glass door in the kitchen ready to come in, have a little breakfast and baste in the sun for the remainder of the day.... This morning I knew something was different. When I got up to let Carter & Oreo out Harley was no where to be found.. I called for him... nothing.. So we all went back to bed. At 7:30 still no Harley. When my DH got up I told him I couldn't find Harley and that he must have gotten into someones garage over night. Well, when my neighbor moved her car, there he was lying on her side walk. He obviously had gotten hit by a car. My hope and prayer is that he didn't suffer.
This is one of my favorite pictures of Harley. It was him in his glory baking in the warm sun. All day yesterday he laid on the window seat in our dining room enjoying the warm spring sun. When my BFF stopped by to go for a walk she gave him a little pet and told him how nice and warm he was. Her husband said Harley was the only cat that when he called his name from down the street would come running to him, roll on the ground and want you to rub his belly.
Harley was a phenomenal hunter even without claws. I would always tell my DH that Harley was a part of the mouse re-location program. He would re-locate mice from every ones yards and garages to our back yard. He would let them loose in my garden so that he would play with them again. Unfortunately, he didn't get to play with them to much because they were too yummy to him.. YACK...
Harley... your purrrrrr, kisses and unconditional love warmed our hearts. Were going to miss you so very much. My heart will miss your purr every single day...