Today it's two years since I lost Paws.
She was the first cat I lost and it still feels terrible today.
She was a little madam who liked a moan but also liked affection. She was probably the most independent of my brood and nominated voice when more food was needed.
She was ever so small and if I wasn't paying her enough attention she's come along and bite my nose gently to let me know she was there. She also liked it when I was unshaven as she'd either rub her head on my stubble or beard
Thanks to anyone who has read this