Lost Our Furry Friend

We just lost our feisty boy Merlin. 

 As a kitten he was raised by his older brother Murphy a German Shepard. He always thought of himself as a dog.

 

He was my husband's cat, but lived with my mother-in-law out on the farm.

He was surrounded by dogs including a Great Pyrenees, but he was still the boss.

 Handsome prince!

 

In spite of his swaggering boss status he was cuddly and affectionate.

 He loved it when I would pick him up and carry him around. I would show him things and let him smell them.

He would respond with his patented  head-butt-of love. He would shove his head so hard up under your chin as if he was trying to melt into you.

 He was also fearless and a bit wild. He policy for new things was: swat first, ask questions later.

Oddly enough he could arm wrestle. He could hold his own against a grown man! (He used both front paws, but still!) If he got a hold of something you...weren't getting it back!

He was a big cat with a big personality. We are going to miss you so much.

Rest in peace Merlin.

(I just wanted to note that he was 16 years old when he passed. He lived a nice long life full of adventures. He had been my husbands little buddy since he was young. Even though we knew this time would come it still isn't easy.)