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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...
# 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.
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.
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* [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.
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