Slevin was a little kitten that I found, being stoned by locals at the local hardware shop when I collected my staff one morning around 1 1/2 years ago. He was so thin, and had almost no fur, and in spite of the cruelty he was encountering at that moment he let me pick him up, wrap him in my jersey and take him home with no fuss at all. I was already handraising 6 kittens whose mother had disappeared (we thought to a python), so 1 more was no hassle, hence he was "Lucky Number Slevin". Getting him up to weight, over his ringworm (which he generously shared with me
) and through a hectic bout of respiratory infection, he became our little shadow, never out of sight. He grew into a big, very fat, siamese looking cat, the most loving of boys, with the bluest eyes you have ever seen. Today, we lost our Slevin - something attacked him, possibly monkey or leopard, and he died in surgery. I love all of our cats, but Slev was very special, so Slevin - my blue eyed boy, I miss you dearly and am so sorry I wasn't there to help when you needed it the most.