Sharon proudly admits that she’s been “privileged to have had many fur babies in my life.”
Obviously then, her nibs, Miss Noel was not her first. Sadly for Sharon, however, Noel’s entry into their lives was due to the death of the family’s 17-year-old orange tabby to kidney failure, and the fact that their 6-year-old gray tabby, Sweetie, was in mourning.
“When my friend, Marilyn, a volunteer for Furry Friends, told me how many cats and kittens needed to be adopted, I visited them several times and found it impossible to choose from among so many beauties,” explains Sharon. “But the last time I was there, I picked Noel up and held her as I walked around watching the other cats. Then, when I looked down, she was sound asleep and still purring. It was the loudest purr I’d ever heard, and my heart melted. She was the one!”
The Funkhausers couldn’t have asked for a better fit. Noel and Sweetie are now the best of friends and love chasing after treats together. When Sharon’s husband tosses them treats, they laugh as the two cats chase each other up the stairs and back down again. But let the family leave the house for a few hours, and Noel soundly scolds them upon their return!
“She’s actually learning to fetch,” says Sharon. “She’ll dig around in her toy box and I’ll throw her mouse so that she can chase it. But I must admit that morning is our favorite time of day. While the adults are having coffee, the cats are frisking about, until Noel changes course and curls up in my lap for some love. During what we call our ‘love fest’, she gives me kisses and rubs her forehead against my chin.”
As for bedtime? When Sharon heads upstairs, Noel runs past her and is happily ensconced in the “big” bed by the time she gets there.
“Noel usually sleeps between our pillows, and I like to curl my arm around her at night. Yes … she’s mama’s baby! She may be two years old, but she’s still very much a kitten at heart, and still needs to be near us.”