Death has visited our home today. It is my tearful duty to let my friends know that my wife Margie's "Norwegian Forrest Cat" Muffin, at the rip age of 19 yrs had to be put down this morning. she was down to 6 pounds or so, and just too weak to go on. For those wondering how she got her name, Muffin, when we first brought her home, we had left a package of muffins out. As the uber curious cat she had became known and loved for, she promptly ate the tops off the muffins. Cats names themselves. I know I shall miss her as much as my pal Madison.This death thing really sucks!