After 16 wonderful years we lost our little Mitten yesterday after her brave struggle with hyperthyroidism. We are sad and heartbroken. We raised miss Mitten from a little tiny kitten. A small black cat with mighty mittens for front paws. She was proud of her thumbs and could deliver quite a slap when necessary. She loved to steal make up brushes, attend late night cheese parties, lay on our clean clothes especially a black sweater and burrow into the bed covers. Other fun pastimes included the many cat games that she and Steve originated and being the lead bear in a cat parade.
We loved Mitty and miss her so much. I have burst into tears around every corner of our home. I hung her stocking on the christmas tree and am bursting into tears as I try to write this.
We loved the Mitten. I often called her my Giddy.
What a sweet little bear.