Location: Indiana, USA
Meeting Myrrh was the only time I have experienced Love at First Sight. His feral Mama brought him to the feeding station next door where I found him sleeping in a white wicker rocking chair. Besides his astonishingly mighty purrpurr, the biggest things on him were his ears and feet – which he never quite grew into.
His soul was immense as well. He was friendly to all other cats and delighted in playing musical chairs with any human who stood up for a moment. He would grieve himself hoarse if I left for more than 2 days. Although the smallest, he was the Supreme Mouser among my four felines. He never met a stranger and was completely confident of his charm. His mighty purr could be heard from a distance of six feet! He liked to lay on his back, purr, and stroke my face with his paw, and he slept in my armpit every night. His fur was like silk.
Myrrh died of Lymphoma around the time of his 8th birthday, May 2012. I still miss him very much, and have had to learn to use the bathroom alone. For his last trick, he taught me to pick him up whenever he raised his left paw just so. I still have three wonderful kittys, but Purry Myrrhy was The Man.