It is so very sad when we loose one of our treasured furry friends. My heart goes out to you both.
The sucking thing - Story (Vin sort of a Moon Tale, but short)
Years ago "B" and I were adopted by a scrawney little white kitten and his beautiful, elegant sister, also white with striking blue eyes (neither were deaf which is not uncommon in white cats with blue eyes). We name his sister "Ming", looking at her she reminded us of a lovely china cat belonging to my Mom.
Hoping to give the scrawny little guy a name to live up to we dubbed him "Galahad". However, as much as we tried to call him Galahad, he some how became "Scrawny" and remained that. Well, Scrawny grew up to be a huge 10 lbs of pure muscle cat who could like his weight in...anything. He developed a definate "don't mess with me" strut (Can cat's strut? Perhaps gait is a better word) and swagger. Not that he was a mean bully, just a very self-confident cat; hey, maybe the name thing worked afterall.
We were fairly certain he was a virile cat, the apartment complex we lived in was full of white kittens until we had him nutured. Oh yeah, he liked his ladies. His kitten were so loving and beautiful that they were sought after. Ppl were upset when we finally had him altered.
While he liked the ladies, he pal'd around with another male cat, Sullivan. Sullivan was a feral cat that Scrawny would bring into the house and share his food. We just figured there were fightin' buddies or maybe "boozing" buddies. Whatever, they were pals. Sullivan and Scrawny would swagger in thought the cat door, survey the area, the mosey over to the food dishes. Scrawny would let Sullivan eat his fill - always the perfect host - then chow down himself. Then they'd wander the house looking for the perfect sunny quite place for a nap. Sullivan perfered our guest bedroom, while Scrawny usually opted for "B"drafting table, especially it there was work spread out on it.
Sullivan was leary of us, but Scrawny loved to sleep with us. In fact, his favorite place was to sleep on my pillow right up against the head board, and if he could, in my hair. (I had waist length hair at that time, so there was plenty of Moon hair on the pillow).
Early on in his life, Scrawny developed a habit of sucking on my ear lobe while I slept. I'm a very sound sleeper (once I nod off), so it never bothered me. It was the loud purring right into my ear that would finally pull me from my dreams.
There would be this huge white cat, sucking on my ear lobe and kneading my hair into a tangled ball. The warm breath from his nose would go right into my ear drum, as would these major purrs.
I've never had a cat do that before or since.
Moon