Spirit was the runt in a feral litter my sister found. Three of the four kittens had been spoken for--one of them by me. When I came to get my kitten, there was a tiny little black cat left. He was so cute and so little. My sister said, "Take two, they're small!". So the tiny black kitten came home with me and I called him Spirit. We had almost 14 years together. He died very peacefully at home and was cremated. I have his ashes next to my bed. He was a sweet, very talkative and shy cat. He remained small all of his life but had so much personality and energy! He loved to snuggle and was very bonded with my tortie girl Queen Mu. He was FIV positive and he developed symptoms which his doctor treated with steroids. He never complained and was always ready for a cuddle or a play session. Little Spirit, I loved you. You were my baby. I will always miss you and your constant conversation. Precious boy, always in my heart until we meet again, nevermore to be parted.
April 30, 2000 — March 7, 2014