Whiskers was our family’s little rascal, a tuxedo cat with a personality far bigger than his tiny frame. He had a knack for finding mischief—whether it was knocking over water glasses, stealing socks, or hiding in the most unexpected places, Whiskers kept us laughing every single day. He was fiercely independent but had a soft spot for curling up on our laps during quiet evenings. His favourite toy was a scruffy old mouse he carried around proudly, often leaving it as “gifts” in our shoes. As Whiskers grew older, he spent more time lounging in the sun, purring softly as we reminisced about his wild kitten days. Losing him left a hole in our hearts, but his spirit lives on in the memories of his playful antics and the love he gave us so freely. We’ll miss you, Whiskers—our mischievous little hero.
