We lost our sweet Tucker today. As a kitten, he was found wandering in a grocery story parking lot by our neighbor. She waited all afternoon for us to come home. We didn't even make it in the house before she scooped him up and deposited him into my hands. It was love at first sight.
He was just a little mite and looked a lot like a ball of steel wool with legs, but cute as the dickens!
And he had a thing for box tops, big sheets of crinkly paper, curling ribbon and plastic bag handles. Size was not relevant when it came to boxes. He'd find a way to jam himself in there.
Bon voyage, Tucker. Travel safe, my sweet friend. You will be missed…