Even though he was so small he could hold his own with the bigger boys.
Good day to snuggle in the sun
We had to say goodbye to one or our cats this week. Spitfire or Spitzee or Smudge as we called him later was a pistol. This was one of my wife's cats when we got married he was 19 years old and we still have his brother Boots with us. When she first got him he was brought to her by a guy who lived behind us and he was under his house. She said she didn't need another cat she had two already but the poor pitiful thing had two broken kinks on his tail and was so tiny she gave in. Now he was older than the others and he hide under her bed and all he would do is hiss and spit at her. hence the name. For about 5 years he would not come out when she was home only watch from the side lines. Needless to say after a while he did come out slept on the bed and let you rub all over him, he really liked his tummy rubbed. But he did not like to be held, he would come get on us while watching TV, Spit we will miss you.