"Here Kitty Kitty!"  Would always bring him running.  Unless he was called by his favorite girl who merely had to whisper "come here baby!" and he would run from 5 rooms away just to jump in her arms.  He belonged to our son who wanted him for his 7th birthday.  Our son is now 25 and we just lost Furskey (as we came to call him) last night.  



Our little "star-bellied sneetch" was loyal to the end.  Even when he couldn't defend himself, he would still fight to defend us and his home.  If he didn't like you - (as in the case of his favorite girls 1st boyfriend), he'd leave a present where his enemy would be sure to find it.  Other than that, he never missed the box in 18 1/2 years.  Until he couldn't control himself anymore.



We never had a mouse in the house, or a lonely, desolate moment that Kitty didn't protect us from.  He was in my lap and used as a crying towel many times over the years.  He knew we loved him even as we teased him and said "your momma was a rabbit and your daddy was a squirrel!"  or, "ya?, well - your brother is a dog!".  He was still happy to have us in his house.



  He slept in our baby girls dollhouse and let her dress him up.  He was also there to see her off to the prom 14 years later.  Kitty came to us when I was in my 20's and in 2 years I'll be 50.  I don't have a memory without him.