Our brother Mal

Our brother, Mal, used to be with us.  He got sick and went to the Rainbow Bridge in February.  He came to live with us in 2010 and was really sick when Momma found him.  He got better and came home.  He got to have his own space so he could get better, but then it was hard to get us all together because I (Charlemagne) didn't want there to be another boy kitty in the house.  More stories about that later.

Here's a picture of Mal when he first came home from the kitty hospital.

This was from Mal's first Christmas with us.  He looks like a little kitten, but he was almost 2 years old we think. 

This is another picture from his first year with us.

And this is one of his last pictures.  It was taken in January about a month before he died. 

Even if I didn't want to have another boy kitty in the house, he was a good kitty brother.  He loved our Momma and our non-furry brother a lot.  He would purr and gently head butt their hands when he wanted pets. 

Momma misses you a lot, little brother.  We hope that you are running and sleeping and playing at the Rainbow Bridge.  Sending purrs to you from us and hugs from Momma and the munchkin.