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+# Day 2 - Night
+
+The third night without Jaxon...was okay. I still miss his warmth laying right next to me.
+I still miss him cleaning my entire hand, or his aggravated "prrow" when I wasn't giving him enough attention.
+
+But, I was able to sleep well enough and without waking up to check if he was licking a door, eating a box, or zooming around the house.
+Though, I really wouldn't mind...
+
+![waking up](../images/waking-up.jpg)
+
+# Day 3
+
+So far so good. I can think of Jaxon and the happiness outweighs the sadness more often than not. 
+He was such a doofus, cock-eye and all, but he was my doofus.
+
+![doofus](../images/doofus.jpg)
+
+I've never had a pet who loved me **so** much. 
+
+* [x] Your cat brings you their "presents"
+   * Jaxon was...not a great hunter (hence he had to find a rodent already killed by poison).
+   He would always bring me either
+      1. An already *very* dead "present", or
+      2. A *very* alive "present"
+* [x] Your kitty will flash you their tummy
+   * Jaxon didn't really show his tummy in the usual sense, but he would absolutely let me
+   do whatever with him. The little rhyme on the [cover page](../README.md) was something I 
+   would do fairly often while sitting him on my lap and patting his tummy with his paws.
+* [x] Your cat has a thing for head butting you
+   * Jaxon was **aggressive** about this. He would *cover* my face with head boops and shoving his 
+   cheeks into mine.
+* [x] Love bites… but hopefully not too hard!
+   * Whenever we would play, Jaxon would always bite my finger and *immediately* stop to lick it before
+   continuing.
+* [x] Following/Lingering around wherever you are
+   * This was actually somewhat of a joke my wife used to talk about. Jaxon would absolutely
+   follow me around the house. He would then promptly find somewhere to lay until I went to another room,
+   then repeat the process.  
+   ![follow](../images/follow.jpg)
+   <!-- video -->
+* [x] Kneading (and needing) their master
+   * Kneading was one of the only things Jaxon never really did, although he did ***need*** me. 
+   Absolutely *pined* for me when I was in another room he couldn't get to.  
+   As I have mentioned, one of the reasons it's hard to put Bennet down is because Jaxon used to
+   cry outside the door (or lick it), so this sub-conscious anxiety has now turned into somewhat
+   of a longing for it.
+* [x] Grooming
+   * As I've mentioned a few times, Jaxon groomed me ~~more than himself~~ a **lot**.
+   He would clean my entire hand whenever we would lay down, whether it be for a nap or bed.
+   He would also try cleaning my entire beard when it grew too long.
+* [x] The power of the purr
+   * Jaxon was never much of a purr-cat, however when he would come lay on my chest and let me
+   give him some good rough scratches (against the grain of fur) he would start rumbling and usually
+   fall asleep.