My poor kitty will soon be off to kitty heaven.

Ever striving to be the exception to every cat rule, Figgy is the kitty who decided he would nose dive and get far worse following the placement of his feeding tube and IV fluids instead of better. The vet called a little while ago and suggested we come in to visit with him and love on him until he passes.

I'm so upset. Figaro was my very first kitty I had the pleasure of raising from kittenhood. We adopted him as a baby from a rescue when he saw me standing by his enclosure, walked right up the the side, and started mewing at me for my attention. He was the only kitten left from his litter and he looked so sweet and cuddly but like he really did need to have a good home. When I pointed him out to my mom and brother, they instantly fell in love too. He rolled on his back and wiggled his cute spotty belly at us and said, "Hi, my name is Figaro. I'm the last of my litter, you look like my new family, and I need a good home. Will you please be my new family?" This was also the day I made him promise that, as a condition of being a part of our family, we expected him to live to be very old. It's a high standard we hold for everyone (my mom, myself, pets, grandparents, etc.) and silly Figgy has chosen to ignore (he's only 6.5 years old).

His story from there is one of good health, happiness, gushy food, cuddles, and belly rubs. The only kitty of ours to never provoke a fight. The only kitty to figure out how to scale my mom's bed and walk across the bars of her canopy. The only kitty who tore through the house at such a clip that we began to say he "zoom zoom"-ed (this was during the time those Mazda commercials were all over). The only kitty that found an admirer in every person he met for his cute features and amazingly lovey nature. Kitty was our little exceptional kitty and I will miss him terribly much.