He was no ordinary cat. He enjoyed being a prince in a house full of females. Spoiled by my mother, adored by my sister, loved by my father and raised by me.
My dad found him in the front yard under our tree. He fit in the palm of my dad's hand. I bottle fed him until he was able to be independent and survive Morris' bullying. He had the most beautiful sky blue eyes a Snowshoe Siamese could have.
He saw my sister and me graduate from elementary, jr high, high school and collage. He was younger than my nephew but older than my niece.
He loved chicken, tuna, milk and turkey. Snuggling was a favorite hobby. Being my dad's royal guard while he ate was also a favorite activity. He was extremely social, and loved to come to the living and sit with us when we had guests. His favorite place to sleep was my bed, specially when I was in it.
He survived Snowy, Morris and Shy and is survived by Pumpkin, who learned to see him as her brother. He is also survived by his human family who took him in as a baby that had not yet opened his eyes and stayed with him until his eyes closed forever.
He will be greatly missed and never be replaced.
Honey, rest in peace my adorable furbaby and when Snowy, Morris, Shy and Bequer greet you at the Rainbow Bridge tell them that they are still missed and dearly remembered. Thank you for watching us grow up.
May 1995- March 2014