Leave a treat for Titch RIP Nicknames: Titchbag, Furball, FBC (the first word's fat, the third cat - work out the middle one!) Arrival Story: Titch was my 21st birthday present - he was eight months old, and lived until he was 15.5. In that time, he narrowly avoided being killed by a car, moved house several times (with consummate ease), and was with me through some very traumatic times. He was the inspiration behind the poem "Night Night Furball" I've Been On Catster Since:
