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I guess from the thread title, you know what I'm here to say. I've been debating whether or not to share it with you guys, but when Beverly mentioned him in another thread, it occurred to me that some of you knew him by name. It just seems right to tell you.
Sunday, November 19th, Little Man died.
Forgive me if I don't share the terrible details. The basics - late Saturday night we took him to a 24 hour veterinary hospital. Sunday he went into cardiac arrest. They tried, but he was gone.
We decided against autopsy, but they told us they highly suspect it was FIP. (Feline Infectious Peritonitis.) I can't really bring myself to do the research yet, but from what I have learned, there is no cure, it is always fatal, and it could have been passed to the other cats.
Little Man was a love bug. He was the most patient cat I have ever known. He was not food-oriented as most of them are, he was motivated by love and affection. He was my fluffmuffin.
Fluffmuffins don't need Santa beards!
This is the position he would take when you gave him treats he found unacceptable. He was quite a food snob; hot dogs and bologna were beneath him. He would sit like that with the dubious "treat" in front of him, and when the other cats finished theirs, they'd start eyeballing his. They'd come in close and try to steal it, and then... he'd whack them on the head!! He might not want it, but it was HIS!!!
(This is the one and only time I caught him on the counter. We were having a new counter put in, and when the workers had gone home for the day, I guess the open expanse of counter beckoned him.)
Here is a picture of him with Dunder. When Squatter was trying to wean Dunder, Dunder took comfort in "nursing" on Little Man. Little Man didn't care one bit; he often fell asleep. Poor guy, he was chapped with red, flaky skin by the time Dunder got over it.
And with Smudge.
The sombrero is the first time I put him in a hat. (Isn't he adorable?!)
I never thought I'd be one of those weirdos that puts funny clothes on their pets, but he was so patient about it, I couldn't resist!! He loved me and I was paying attention to him, and that was all he cared about.

In this picture, I was trying to read, and he was having none of it. He wanted petted, and the book be damned. (He wound up sprawled in my lap, pushing the book onto the floor.)
I love you, Little Man. You will be sorely missed.
Sunday, November 19th, Little Man died.
Forgive me if I don't share the terrible details. The basics - late Saturday night we took him to a 24 hour veterinary hospital. Sunday he went into cardiac arrest. They tried, but he was gone.
We decided against autopsy, but they told us they highly suspect it was FIP. (Feline Infectious Peritonitis.) I can't really bring myself to do the research yet, but from what I have learned, there is no cure, it is always fatal, and it could have been passed to the other cats.
Little Man was a love bug. He was the most patient cat I have ever known. He was not food-oriented as most of them are, he was motivated by love and affection. He was my fluffmuffin.
Fluffmuffins don't need Santa beards!
This is the position he would take when you gave him treats he found unacceptable. He was quite a food snob; hot dogs and bologna were beneath him. He would sit like that with the dubious "treat" in front of him, and when the other cats finished theirs, they'd start eyeballing his. They'd come in close and try to steal it, and then... he'd whack them on the head!! He might not want it, but it was HIS!!!
(This is the one and only time I caught him on the counter. We were having a new counter put in, and when the workers had gone home for the day, I guess the open expanse of counter beckoned him.)
Here is a picture of him with Dunder. When Squatter was trying to wean Dunder, Dunder took comfort in "nursing" on Little Man. Little Man didn't care one bit; he often fell asleep. Poor guy, he was chapped with red, flaky skin by the time Dunder got over it.
And with Smudge.
The sombrero is the first time I put him in a hat. (Isn't he adorable?!)
I never thought I'd be one of those weirdos that puts funny clothes on their pets, but he was so patient about it, I couldn't resist!! He loved me and I was paying attention to him, and that was all he cared about.




In this picture, I was trying to read, and he was having none of it. He wanted petted, and the book be damned. (He wound up sprawled in my lap, pushing the book onto the floor.)
I love you, Little Man. You will be sorely missed.
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