Forever Autumn without my sweet Rafiki

I met Rafiki when she was 4 weeks old and I was instantly smitten. This scrappy little kitten soon won over her Pixie Bob furbrother Jammu and her daddy Steve who initially kept wondering why I couldn’t just get a “normal” cat. She was my baby girl, my BEST girl. With a scary growl and an even more terrifying hiss, she did not have a vicious bone in her body. She was always naughty but sweet. And she always smelled so good – we called it that good kitten smell.

I named her Chui Rafiki...

Forever Autumn without my sweet Rafiki