Allow me to introduce this little darling: Indy - his checkered face arrived to our home as a kitten many years ago. He comes from a fairly insalubrious background; all of his siblings died of illness or accident within short years of life. Despite this jinx, Indy lived to be over ten years old and seemed very well for almost all of it. When I used to go to school, he would wait at a mailbox to greet me when I got home and would respond with a cheerful "Mreow!" when I said "Hii Indy!"
He was known as a peace maker among cats, always trying to be friends with everyone (our other two cats loathe each other). His full and formal name is: India-Ra-Pisspot-in-the-Toaster because of his fetish for pissing on electronic appliances.
If it isn't already clear, we love him and didn't wash him as some kind of lame entertainment, but because he was sick and really needed it. We tried to do this as lovingly as possible.
Some delicious liver as a treat for being so trusting and sweet with us.
Snuggles by the heater. *heart* Indy, you are sincerely missed, especially by our other two maniacs who are now both left friendless as they refuse to purr with each other.
NB: Cats never purr alone, only when with appreciated company (either human, cat or presumably other loved animal?)