I used to have a cat named Panda. He was the sweetest, most gentle, well behaved, loving cat on the planet. He was my love. He was the cat equivalent of my soul mate. He was my cat mate. My niece, Eleanor also loved Panda. Ellie will be 8 this year.
Ellie’s motivation for coming to my house for a visit was based solely on Panda’s presence. She loved him to bits, but unfortunately, the feeling was not mutual.