Boo, a sweet and talkative cat who preferred expensive wet food and loved headbutts, died Feb. 10, 2023, after being diagnosed with an aggressive form of cancer. She was 14.

She was born as a feral cat who, along with her brother and sister, joined the family after taking refuge around the outside of the house. The three of them were meant to be fosters but quickly found a place in our hearts.

Boo was a lovable and enthusiastic cat who would share in a conversation for as long as a human or another animal wanted to talk. She never turned down an opportunity to talk. Even a simple “Hey, Boo” from upstairs would get her chatting.

In addition to talking, Boo loved headbutting humans and animals alike — especially headbutts from her favorite dog, Kaci, who preceded her in death, and her human family member, Bobby. She would lean in and expect a headbutt. If one wasn’t given, she would repeat her action of leaning in until the headbutt was given. And this process usually involved talking and multiple headbutts.

Fuzzy warm blankets and kitty beds with roofs were favorites of hers. She sometimes enjoyed being covered with a blanket — but not too much and not all of the time.

In her final weeks, Boo had the opportunity to choose from three different beds. She regularly moved between them, making it a fun game of “Where’s Boo?” Though, she would easily give herself away by talking.

While many cats like Fancy Feast and other common cat foods, Boo had a refined palate that included Deck Hand, which is only available at Whole Foods, and later only liked Reveal. But she did not like fancy treats.

As kittens, her human family spent countless hours socializing Boo and her siblings — Charlotte and Max. Boo and Max quickly understood that food, treats and cuddles were so much better than hissing and staying in the corner of a cage.

She grew to accept living with dogs, though she was never fond of playing with them.

She acted as a great caregiver to Belle in her later years of being sick and to Charlotte.

Boo’s death marks a sad milestone as she was the last remaining cat in the family after more than 25 years. And her death came one day shy of five weeks after Rocket’s death.

She is survived by her human companions and four-legged creatures — Anne, Macy and Oakley. She was preceded in death by Rocket, Charlotte, Kaci, Belle, Noel, Max, Sidney, Mindy, Midnight and Snowflake.

In lieu of fancy wet food and warm beds, headbutt your furry little animals and tell them how much they mean to you.

Some cats steal your heart with cuddles. They curl up in a lap, knead their way onto a shoulder or chest, rub noses with favorite humans and give those sandpaper licks.

And then there was Rocket.

Rocket, the sweet and curmudgeon-y orange tabby cat who melted our hearts and left bite marks on our hands and ankles, unexpectedly died Jan. 7, 2023. He was 17.

Rocket did all of those cat things. He cuddled. He laid in laps. He kneaded shoulders or chests to find the perfect spot to sleep. He rubbed noses. And he licked hands or cheeks with his sandpaper-feeling tongue.

Usually, though, his cuddles began or ended with a bite. His hand licking ended with a bite. And if you rubbed noses too long, he would most certainly try to bite your face.

And you always needed to be on guard in the kitchen for fear of your ankles or thighs being bitten.

Perhaps it was his way of showing love.

At one time, Rocket was one of six cats living under one roof.

And that never stopped him from making sure he was king of the cats, always finding ways to torment — maybe even bully — other animals.

His personality was special. He was lovingly nicknamed “the bastard cat” or “the jagoff cat.” He didn’t care about knickknacks or dogs or Christmas villages — if something was in his way, he moved it, sat on it or attacked it.

One of his longtime favorite hobbies was to perch himself in a chair at the dining room table and swat at dogs as they walked by.

It seemed as if much of his life was spent in the front window — sleeping, watching birds or knocking over Christmas decorations. He loved the sunlight and would sometimes stay in the window much of the day.

Perhaps more than that, Rocket enjoyed cuddling up to me. Whether he was sprawled across my shoulders as I sat in the armchair, along my body in bed, on my chest or legs, he found comfort in being as close to me as he could be.

While Fancy Feast was a lifetime favorite of his, in the last few months of his life, he easily adapted to a special diet — both wet and dry food. He sometimes would sneak Boo’s food.

Never one to shy away from attention, Rocket joined us for family gatherings, such as opening gifts on Christmas Eve, where he would play in opened gift wrap; putting up the tree, where he loved jumping in the bag and rolling around; and sitting at the table trying to steal food.

A love for fellow felines he did not have. Max and Belle were often victims of his bullying. Though, he left some of his fellow cat family alone. And, at times, he shared his beds and toys with those furry four-legged family.

He is survived by his human companions and four-legged creatures he didn’t really care for — Anne, Macy, Oakley and Boo. He was preceded in death by Charlotte, Kaci, Belle, Noel, Max, Sidney, Mindy, Midnight and Snowflake.

In lieu of cat nip and tasty treats, hug your furry little animals and tell them how much they mean to you.