This is my darling Muffin, the night before he died. We had him for 14 years, since he was a tiny kitten - I met him when he was barely 4 weeks old, and he clambered all the way up my coat and nestled in the hood, at which point I knew he was going to be my cat!

He died of cancer in the end - his belly swelled up with fluid very fast, and the vet operated a week later. Muffin didn't come round after the op, and it turns out he had a very malignant tumour throughout his liver and spleen.

He had had a long and happy life with us, despite a road accident as a kitten, and I'm glad he went so quickly without too much suffering

The house felt so empty without him, but our new cats Buffy & PC are sweet and loving.

When I get chance, I plan to add some more photos of Muffin as a kitten here, clambering over people's shoulders most like... for the tiny kitten he was, he did a lot of mountaineering in his time!

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