One Feirce little pussycat!

I had a pussycat since birth. He used to hide under the bed and attack my legs when I was putting my pantyhose on in the morning. He chewed up all my shoes, purses, slips, cords, remotes and electrical wiring. He was a little rascal. I am positive he was a dog in his past life. He did that for many years. He was one ferocious pussycat and that's why I called him Feircie, very fierce! I spelled his name Feircie! After many years of mauling him with love, he turned into a little marshmallow...tee hee. Feircie lived with me until he was 21 years old. He was in AMAZING MEDICAL health and then one day, with no warning, he had a stroke. A beautiful little pussycat!!