The tiny kitteh got named before we found out he was a guy.
He died June 27, 1997, in our living room, by euthanasia because
he had chronic renal failure, was 15 years old, and very ill and
suffering. Our vet came to our home to do the deed. Muff was then
cremated, and when we got his ashes, our first cat, Tiger, went
and kissed (marked) the little cedar box. She knew who was in it.
Bryan and I cried for days. He was a humdinger, and he loved to
fetch. When he was around, all the crickets disappeared because
he ate them all. He was loving and affectionate, and he came when
called, a deficiency in the cats we currently serve. He "painted"
too. I have a picture of the artist with his work.
Madman Muffin! RIP, best kitty ever.
Picture of the Artist with his work, mostly trying to access small animals on the other side of the glass. _______________The Painting on a black background.
