June 6th, 2007 - May 22nd, 2013.
We were the proud parents of an 18 pound Maine Coon - American Short-hair brown and black tabby. He did not start out that big. No, he was a skinny kitty when we brought him home. As my Momma always says, "A Fat kitty is a Happy kitty." He did not eat table scraps though. He did not even eat canned cat food. All we feed him was dry cat food, water, and the occasional saucers of milk for good behavior. Even though he never got canned cat food he always ran towards the sound of the can opener. We attribute this quirk from his former life before he was dropped off at the Humane Society. From these photos you can tell his favorite position was on his back.
It was the first time he had been out of the house since we adopted him. They had to give him all his shots and ran blood work. He was severely dehydrated and had lost 4 lbs. They kept him overnight with an IV. His blood work showed that he had liver problems. We made the decision to get an ultrasound to see how his organs looked.
We brought him home for one last night and to say our goodbyes. He spent the entire night under the bed.
He will be greatly missed.