Three years ago I took this little 'Turd' in to adopt out. He never left. He was a very mellow boy who got along with everyone. Turdbird was quite the character. My son had been through countless kittens, loving on them, only to see them go out the door with other families. He finally got his own cat, Turdbird.
I guess his time was up and Heaven needed more fluffy kitties. Things won't be the same here. He had plenty of knicknames. Turd, Turdstheword, Turdly, Jack@$$, TurdTurd and I'm sure more that I can't think of at the moment.
I will miss the half eaten mouse carcasses and bird guts lying on the deck. He was a fantastic mouser. Loved his "live" toys. I will also miss the way he would wrap himself around Stella when he was in the mood for cuddles. Those times he would weave around my legs to trip me. He may be gone, but just like my old boy George, never forgotten. Run free Turdbird. There's no replacing you.
Greatly missed by your family and special boy,
Lisa and Garret