Being the curious cat that he was, Peek-A-Boo was always messing with something, twist ties he found on the floor or birds outside. Evidentally in his curiousness he swallowed something that couldn't manage to make it's way through his system and it created a fatal blockage. He was only 3 years old.

We miss you, Peek-A-Boo! I miss the jingle-jangle of your collar as you followed me around the house every day. I miss you watching the gerbils play and laying on their cage at night. I miss you following the girls to bed every night only to have them yell, "Mom!! The cat's messing with us!" I miss that you would "talk" to me when you were hungry or thirsty and most of all I miss the warmth of you and the sound of your gentle purring.

I don't know why we were allowed only such a brief time with you. I never considered myself a "cat" person until you. You were a gentle, loving little soul. I'll forever miss your beautiful masked face and cool blue eyes!