Thumbsy loved to sit in the sun entwined with his brother Noah – you couldn’t tell where one cat began and another ended.  He was warm and affectionate.  He followed us around the house, watching us with his gorgeous green eyes.  One of his most endearing qualities was how vocal he was. He loved to talk to me.  We would build up a cadence.  I used to say “Thumbsy’s a good boy”, and he would answer, right to the end of his life.  He loved to purr and to have his belly rubbed, and opening a can of tuna would bring him racing to us.



He had extra digits on his paws.  This is how he got his name. I cant say enough good things about him. He died courageously of liver failure.  We did everything we could to treat his condition, to no avail.  He fought like a Champion. We will miss him immensely.  He touched our lives and we will never forget him.  We hope to see him again one day.  We love him so very much.