Max was everybody's favorite kitten. Furry, friendly, and a little fiesty. He was a shrimper; he loved to like your toes. I'm sad to say that Max didn't make it across the road last night. He's now in kitty heaven, playing with the rest of his family. This summer in June, we had 6 cats, we are now down to one. Four have been tragedies of vehicles. Although the last one, Hannah, is pregnant so our count won't be down too long.
****P.S. Yellow tabby cats are always my favorite. I had one growing up as well.