No, I'm not a Meezer. But my human mom was owned by a Meezer for a very long time. His name was Whiskers, and he adopted my mom on her 15th birthday. He lived a long life, and finally went to the Rainbow Bridge on September 1st this year. He was 19 years old, and would have been 20 in November. My mom says he was a wonderful cat. Beautiful, affectionate, loving, and very friendly (just like me!) Whiskers acquired his name because when he was a kitten, he used to enjoy wrestling with his brother (what cat wouldn't?) Well, when Whiskers adopted my mom, he was missing the whiskers on one side of his face from all this playing. So he acquried the name Whiskers. (I personally only have very short whiskers, and I don't miss them, but I understand that other cats find them very important.)Mom commissioned one of her friends, a talented artist, to paint a portrait of Whiskers in Remembrance.
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Didn't she do an amazing job? My mom loves the portrait. You can check out her friend's other works of art on her blog. You can also visit the friend's Ebay auctions and Etsy shop from her blog.