Felix came to me an emaciated little kitten of 3 months but was less than a pound. He was always fighting for food with his siblings and I had to keep him. The second he came to me he purred. He was so lovable! He played just like any kitten but at a young age he loved to just sit next to me and purr. This did not change for the 12 years he was in my life.

He knew when something was wrong because he would come to me and purr the loudest he ever could. He loved my son and did the same for him when he was upset.

He loved people (but didn’t like other cats so much… He tolerated Skittles who I got 2 to years later because I thought he was lonely because he would just randomly meow in the hallway) he was affectionate to everyone and would love you if you even looked at him.

He was such a great boy. He was there for me even when I didn’t think I needed him. He was always in the same room as me and was still a little playful even to the end. If I looked at him he would just start purring his happiest and show me his love by murring and rubbing on me.

He was purring to his last breath and I will always miss him.