It's been a horrible week for me. Three of my cats died. Two kittens and now their father Screech, who was the friendliest cat I've ever had. I first found him as a kitten clinging to a tree in my front yard, screaming in fear, hence the name. He wandered into my life and into my heart.Some damn parasitic infection turned him into a bag of bones and I had to put him down today. That cat trusted me like none other. I could lay him over my shoulder and he'd get completely relaxed. He'd let me pet his belly and everything. Never once hissed or scratched at me.
He will go on through the 6 kittens of his that survived between the two lady cats he knocked up. He was a player, and I'm glad I never got him fixed for this very reason. I'll never forget you, Screech.