Zif

It broke my heart when he was hit by a car and killed, just 2 years old. As a 10 week old fluffy kitten, the breeder warned me that he would steal my heart every bit as much as my Burmese “dog cat” had. How true her words proved to be. He lived on prime cuts of steak twice a day, while I lived on beans and mash. Another has inherited his food bowl and his microwave, but he can never be replaced.