To my dear
Bonnie

Bonnie was the sweetest boy.
We got him in August 2014, he was still a kitten at that time, not older than two months.
He was found under a car hood, nobody at work wanted a kitten, so he was brought at our home.
Scared, stressed, but he looked quite healthy yet.
He decided to hide under our fridge during the first days, but quickly became a bit confident, and that's when we started to show him how strongly we were going to love him for the next years.He was firstly named Clyde - yes, we wanted to name our kitten Bonnie or Clyde - but because of him being extremly fluffy as a baby, we then thought he was a female, renamed him Bonnie.
Weeks later, we noticed he was indeed a male - but too late, we were used to Bonnie, and the name was fitting perfectly...
He spent his first year in our no-outdoor apartment, it didn't seem to bother him at all, he was a big and happy baby. He would play fetch with a piece of string, play peekaboo, and sleep a lot.We then moved out, got a garden, we were scared he would run away or feel lost as he barely stepped outside as a kitten, but nothing bad ever happened. As a male, he spent a lot of time outside, but we were fine with that. He would come home to sleep, eat, get brushed... get brushed a lot.Bonnie loved to get brushed, loved to have his nose, chest and back scratched, loved to let me cover him with flowers and sticks and rocks when sleeping outside.He would never bite, scratch anything or even get angry. He was so laid back, so chill and nice.
I could do anything with him, he knew he was safe around us.I just want him to be remembered as a sweet and handsome boy.

To my dear
SEVEN

Seven - his full name was Jacky Seven - but most commonly called "Le Gros" (the Big One) was such a unique boy.
Someone from our hometown came up, asking us if we wanted a kitten - the poor kitten was alone, motherless, very young and hungry. We accepted and took the kitten, the fully black kitten.
He was too young to eat solid food, so we had to grab some milk from the vet and feed him ourselves. It was tiring, but he was a cute and sweet kitten.I didn't live in that house anymore, but still saw him when I'd come visit my dad.
Seven was overweight, and I knew it was bothering him. He had been a joyful kitten and youngling, but turned into a less friendly cat, he didn't like to be pet or bothered, though showed affection while being brushed.
I always tried to respect the fact that he didn't like to be touched that much - though bothering him a bit was kinda funny.
I don't know if he was a happy cat, it saddens me.I hope he enjoyed his days nonetheless. He lived with another female cat, and her son. They were peaceful around each other.
He had a funny squeaky yet raspy voice - he enjoyed sunbathing and staying around the house,He wasn't really allowed to sleep in the house anymore, though, when I was in charge of keeping the house while nobody was around, I'd let him sleep inside and enjoy the sofas as much as he liked. He really wasn't doing any wrong, and I think he appreciated it when I was the one taking care of him.
I wish I could have done more to offer him the happy life he deserved.He was loved, though, but I guess some people just don't really know how to handle grumpy cats.Seven was 10 years old.
He sadly passed away at home in an accident, I'll always feel guilty for not being around for him.
I hope he found some rest, somewhere, and if there's an afterlife, I hope he met Bonnie, and I hope he found his joy back.