Saffron was born in the summer of 1995. She passed away this week. 18 is a good long run for a housecat.
Her “brother” Indy – we got both barn cats at the same time – died almost exactly three years ago. They were complete opposites, with Indy being all big and round and Saffie forever a skinny, tiny thing. Saffie was the kind of cat that would jump on your back if you were standing up and happened to lean over.
She always seemed smart to me. A quiet smart, not a lofty smart. We’ll miss you, Saff.