first I have to apologize for not following up on my intentions of having that fun and giveaway on the Local Quilt Shop Day, but life came in the way...
We brought Marko home as a small kitten, from a co-worker's litter of 5 - he was the only one with silver tabby color...We picked him because he look like most cats did back in old home country (former Yugoslavia), only to find out that here in US this color is really not that common - who knew! We were fresh immigrants, kids were small and they wanted a pet so much - so as soon as we moved to apartment that allowed pets, Marko came into our lives. He was a spunky kitten - slept wherever he liked (no cat beds for him!), loved to roll pencils off the table and under the rug or to tip over glasses on the table, to make a little puddle and play in it. :)
Oh and did he rule the neighborhood... In summertime he would spend entire night out, hunting and who knows what else and occasionally we would hear those awful cat fight type screams...Marko was always home in the early morning without a scratch! So he was either the smartest or the fastest! :)
He would even bring us presents - half eaten mouse or whatever...right in front of the door! Love this photo of him, with the tongue out.
He was my sewing "helper" occasionally - if I piled up some fabric on the cutting table, he would find it perfect to snuggle on. Or, maybe a quilt on the bed to sprawl on, like bellow:
Once the dogs came into our life, he very quickly established who is the boss - regardless of the fact that Marley, the Alaskan Malamute grew to be about 10 times bigger! Mr. Marko would not have anything to do with those...dogs! Marley tried....
Doesn't this picture say - "stay away from me you...dog!" Ha, ha!
When Marko got older, he was much more into some routines. As I would come downstairs in the morning, dogs would be there asking to go out of course and as soon as that back door would close behind them, there was my Marko with a big MEOW that meant - it is MY time! Good long back massages with some under chin petting followed until he was happy to continue with his day.
How I miss my Marko these mornings.
He was the best, savvy, most handsome cat that gave us so much love. We sort of grew up together here in America, he was a big part of our "this is home now" feelings once we settled in our new home country. He will forever have special place in our hearts. Love you my Marko.