Burma came to us as an eight week old kitten in September 2009. We also had his mother Molly ( kins), as we got her from the Cats Protection League. She’d had kittens and we went down to see her, and ended up having one of her kittens, who we named Burma.
He was way more than a cat, clever, mischievous and very very noisy, with constant loud miows, which continued for all the sixteen years we had him. On July 22 this year we had to say goodbye. Absolutely heartbroken, is an understatement.
Burma, the house is so empty without you and your miows. We hope you’ve found your mum up there over the rainbow 🌈 bridge.
Sleep tight old boy, until we see you both again ❤️❤️💔💔💔😢 😢 xxxxx