Floyd

Male
Bengal
PLATINUM SPOTTED FLORETTE

Floyd was a beautiful platinum-colored Bengal.
His original family was living in a two-bedroom
apartment.
Add in a two-year-old child and Floyd was not
doing well with the arrangement.
Bengals need room and access to open spaces
to thrive.
His family loved him, but sometimes life’s
circumstances dictate choices that only
unselfish love can make for us.
And so, in 2014 at the age of seven, mom and
dad surrendered Floyd to the Cathouse.   
A safe, twelve-acre wonderland for felines.
That was pretty good in itself, but it got even
better.
Floyd was invited to live with Lynea.
In her house, even.
He adjusted to his new home and soon had his
heart’s desire: freedom to roam and explore.
Floyd blossomed.
Bengals tend to be aloof and independent.
Floyd was anything but.
Proved himself to be friendly, good natured,
and outgoing.
Always ready to greet visitors.
He soon developed a bromance with Eyebrows,
a surrender from Saudi Arabia.
They were inseparable for many years,
And when Eyebrows succumbed to kidney
disease, Life brought Floyd Ringo.
Another gorgeous Bengal.
And another bromance.
Did I say good natured?
Sure, but Floyd could be mischievous as well.
Like peeing on someone’s pillow to express
unhappiness about something.
Or the photo on Lynea’s desk that
Floyd turned face down daily.
Floyd was a beloved member of the Cathouse
family for many years.
He died in Lynea’s arms of kidney disease at age
fifteen.
We loved Floyd and we all miss him.
Ringo probably the most. Still looks for him.
Rest well Floyd.
You were a good and faithful companion.
And thanks to mom and dad for allowing you
to have the life you deserved, and for
giving us the chance to share it with you.
Till we meet again