I lost Spetter 6½ months ago, but it feels like yesterday. He was my baby, a lilliput cat, suffering from chronic cat flue, but a little macho man. He slept with his head on my chest, his butt on my pillow, next to my ear, and his entire little body pressed against my face and neck.
The Italian Stallion, we called him, and Shetland Cat, because he looked like a British Shorthair, only the size of a 5-month kitten. Other cats were twice his size, but he ruled.
Words could not describe how much I miss him, so I made these...