I just found out from a friend that his cat had died. So, today I’m thinking a lot about our cat Socrates.
He remains The Best Cat in the World to me. When Demetrius and I would sit together on the couch watching television, Socrates habitually positioned himself so that he was on both of our laps. We figured he was making a point of not playing favorites.
When our alarm clock would go off in the morning, he would run out into the hallway–knowing that we would be passing that way soon–and roll onto his back, presenting his tummy to be rubbed. And that boy enjoyed a vigorous tummy rubbing. Only cat we’ve had like that. The cats who have shared our home since then have been affectionate enough, but those other cat tummies have been strictly off limits.
We don’t have any digital pictures of Socrates, or even any regular pictures of him in his signature “present tummy” pose. Nor could I find a picture of any black cat doing “the pose”, so this will have to do…
