"My old cat is dead,

who would butt me with his head.

He had the sleekest fur.

He had the blackest purr.

Always gentle with us

Was this black puss."

From a poem by Hal Summers

Fionn came to us from the Coquitlam, British Columbia, SPCA, in January 1993, where we were told he was 2 years old. He was an enormous cat, but placid, gentle and wanted only to snuggle, with other cats, with people, occasionally with the dogs. He is sorely missed.