My poor missy cat. I still remember the night dh brought you home. You were so tiny you fit inside his flannelette shirt pocket.

You would bite our toes of we weren't patting you and if we stopped patting you before you were done you would bite our fingers. And you most definitely did nt like gentle pats the rougher we patted you the louder you purred. You for some reason could not meow if someone accidentally stepped on your foot (which was often cus you were always under our feet) you would let out a croak.

You looked like a carpet snake and had the most gorgeous colours

This morning missy came running up the stairs to be fed as usual so I was surprised to find you A few hurs later looking quite sick and not able to walk properly. We weren't sure what was wrong but you had done this earlier this year but came good after 2 days. Today however things were different. Dh took missy to the vet and we hoped a course of abs would help but no she had had a stroke. Had gone blind and deaf and was unresponsive

RIP missy. You will be missed. 1997 -2011