The Perfect Pickle


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author Jessica Woodhead                      RagaMuffin lover


When I was about 8 or 9 years old, I begged my dad to let me get a cat. As a man who was raised on a farm where cats lived in the barn for the purposes of catching rodents, he was not too keen on the idea. Thanks to some family friends who wholeheartedly supported my deep desire for a cat, they helped me wear down my dad and we adopted a black and white tuxedo kitten from the ASPCA who I named Mittens. While Mittens was not my first pet – RIP Spot the parakeet – she was quickly a beloved member of the family. She had her quirks, and had she not met a coyote on one of her nighttime adventures, I believe she would have lived many years past the 17 we had with her.

I went many years without another cat. She was my most important childhood pet, and I didn’t realize that it took me so many years to make peace with her sudden passing. I finally decided I was ready to fill the cat-shaped hole in my heart and began searching for cats that would be a good fit. I looked at local rescues and while I met many sweet animals I’d love to have given a home to, they didn’t quite fit that place in my heart.

It was at this time I stumbled across iCandy RagaMuffins. At this point, I had a daughter, Ellie, who was roughly 2.5 years old, so I was looking for a particular personality in a feline. Muffins sure did come across as an excellent fit – their tendencies for being laid-back and patient being major selling points with my rambunctious red head.

I pulled the trigger and reached out to Sara for a kitten – and got one! We brought home our little Teddy Bear and fell in love. Sadly, however, Teddy Bear was not long for this world – at barely 6 months of age, he developed FIP – something very rare and virtually impossible to cure or catch early – and he passed. The cat-shaped hole in my heart was briefly filled and ripped open once again. At this point I had 2 options – I could get a refund, or try again with another kitten. In our brief time with Teddy Bear, I knew a RagaMuffin was the perfect fit for us. So we patiently waited for another kitten.

Enter Pickle – our sweet-faced orange and white bundle of RagaMuffin love. Quite literally from day one, he has been the social butterfly and people-loverRagaMuffin kitten I’d never known a cat could be. He showed virtually no fear being in a new environment and instead of hiding, Pickle made the rounds jumping from lap to lap his first night home – after escaping his quarantine – demanding to be loved. Little has changed since. He still very much believes that anyone coming to our home must be there solely to see him and demands their attention.

Little did I know his heart truly would lie with my daughter’s. Just as feisty at 3 as she was at 2, I can’t even begin to recall how many times I’d plead with her to please be careful with the kitty – not to squeeze him too hard, don’t forget to hold his bottom half when picking him up (as if she could – he’s always been a giant!), and for pete’s sake just to be gentle with him. But Pickle was more than happy to be held hostage and aggressively loved and still does to this day. Ellie has always been an early riser, and Pickle will often come wake me early in the morning to let me know when she’s up. She will pick him up, drag him around, squish and squeeze and hold him hostage until he finally decides he’s had enough and Ragamuffin catwriggles free and then hardly 10 minutes later, he’s back for more. At this point I’m sure he’s either hopelessly dumb or blissfully in love with his favorite person. I’ve come to the conclusion that it is very much the latter. He looks for her when she’s gone, runs to meet her when she gets home, sleeps with her at night, endures all of her aggressive affection, hides outside the bathroom door to sneak attack and play with her, listens to her when she reads, and is in every respect the one who has made a cat-shaped mark on her heart. We simply adore our Pickle. He has so fully permeated our hearts that to think of a time when I won’t be grumbling or laughing at his antics – he is quite the mischievous comedian – is a thought I can’t bear. To say he is a perfect fit for us is a drastic understatement. We have endless nicknames for him, and often insert his name into any silly song we can think of. I love nothing more than seeing Ellie grow up with such a devoted fluffy friend, and my joy over his immense love for her is immeasurable.




Will You Or Will You Not?

author Terri Cassiday                               Xpressions RagaMuffins

Typically I write light hearted blogs. This one is not the case, but a necessary subject to broach.

We all love our pets and we want the best for them. The question is have we addressed the possibility that something could happen to us? What provisions have we made for them? Not the most pleasant of topics, but don’t all of our loved ones deserve this consideration? They will need a loving home. Their new owners will need their veterinarian records, a list of their likes and dislikes and if possible, some monetary funding. Monetary funds and owners can be stated in your will.

Please don’t assume that a friend or family member will take them. Take the time to find a good fit and please discuss this with them. My local pet club has unfortunately had to take on the task of trying to rehome pets when their owners left this world. It’s heart wrenching to see these frightened and confused pets. Will their new owners understand that they are traumatized and be patient with their transition?

This is a question that we ask our prospective adopters. It’s on our questionnaire. Will this assure that they will give this some thought? No, but we hope so. Sometimes their answers help to decide if they are a good fit.

My first thought was to apologize for this depressing blog, but no. This is something that all of us that adore our pets need to think about.
So will You or Will You not?

It All Began In 2010

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author Cherie Stivers                                     RagaMuffin lover

I grew up on a farm and always had animals of some kind.  Being a dairy farm, my dad always had Border Collies to help bring the cows in to be milked every day.  And of course, there was always a barn cat or two.  After school and going to work, I moved to the city.

Around 2006, one day a gray female domestic short hair cat showed up on my doorstep in May and, needless to say, adopted me.  Have no idea how old she was. . . the vet was guessing at least 10 years old. As the heat and humidity of the summer came, I just had to bring her inside.  Belle was such a sweet, loving cat.  She was attached to me like a magnet.  In 2010, she became terminally ill and passed away in March.

After a short time, I decided I would really like to have another cat and wanted another loving cat just like Belle.  So, I started surfing the internet.  I looked at all the shelter and rescue sites and nothing really got my attention.  Being the history buff that I am, I started researching the history of cats.  That’s when my research led me to the RagaMuffin breed.  After reading about their loving, laid back disposition, I thought this was exactly what I was looking for.  So, I started searching for breeders.  As is the case now, there wasn’t a lot of RagaMuffin breeders and most of them at that time were in Florida and nowhere close to me in Kentucky.  Finally, I did find a breeder in Central Kentucky.  I couldn’t believe it, a breeder that was close to me, only 45-60 minutes away!!!!

Ragamuffin catTo my surprise, this breeder was Robin Klarmann who just happened to be the daughter of Janet Klarmann (one of the co-founders of the RagaMuffin breed).  Janet had lived in Florida, became ill, and moved herself and the cattery to live with Robin.  Janet had just recently passed away from her illness and Robin was running the cattery at this time.  Obtaining her information from the internet, I contacted Robin inquiring into a young adult, female RagaMuffin.  She had a three-year-old male that she said was such a good cat and deserved a good home.  Even though it wasn’t the female I was looking for, she invited me to come visit the cattery and look at the male cat.  I accepted the invitation and set out on a Saturday to go and check him out.

It was love at first sight!!!  He was silver and white in color and had the prettiest blue eyes I had ever seen. He was perfect but I had one major concern, I have never owned a purebred cat before . . . . was I good enough to own and take care of one?????  Saying I was nervous is an understatement.  However, Robin convinced me Venture (aka Bugs) was no different than any other cat and she had all the confidence in the world that I could do this.  So, with her total support, off I go with Bugs in tow.  I will say this was the best thing I have ever done was adopting Bugs.  He was so affectionate and loving.  I was now hooked on the RagaMuffin breed.

Unfortunately, Bugs became ill during the summer of 2019 and passed away on Dec. 15, 2019 from cancer.  I lost a piece of my heart!  I knew I had to have another RagaMuffin, no other would do.  I wanted another male with big blue eyes. This time, however, I wanted a kitten.  Having Bugs for the ten years I had him just wasn’t long enough. So as before, I started the search.  Things had changed in the ten years I had Bugs.  The big blue eyes were almost non-existent and there was more variety in the colors/patterns.   I found a breeder that had such a good reputation and was even a veterinarian!  To me this reinforced good health.  Perfect!  Good news, she just happened to have a litter that was just days old.  Wonderful!!  So, I contacted Dr. Thornton of iCandy RagaMuffins.  She was gracious enough to put me on a waiting list. In time, Dr. Thornton started posting pictures of the kittens (six in all).  All the kittens were shades of white and gray, black smoke but there was one kitten that was different and absolutely caught my eye.  It was a sable and white female.  The more pictures and videos Dr. Thornton posted, the more I was drawn to this one kitten.  When the time came to choose, I was fortunate to be able to pick the sable and white female.  So much for my blue eyed male, right?  I couldn’t be happier.  Murfie is perfect!!!! I am so thankful to Dr. Thornton and cherish each day with Murfie. I can’t believe she is one year old now, but I hope to enjoy many years of love and companionship with her.

I learned a lesson from my past two experiences – if it’s a RagaMuffin, you are going to fall in love with it regardless of gender or color.  There’s nothin’ like a muffin!

RagaMuffin Breeder or Scam?

author Sara Thornton DVM                      iCandy RagaMuffins

Many people that want to adopt a pedigreed kitten start with shopping on the internet. Most RagaMuffin breeders have a website to provide information about their catteries. Easy peasy, right? Not so fast! Not only are there poor quality breeders out there making themselves look great on a website, there are scam catteries that will take a buyer’s money and there is NO kitten!

So how does a buyer know? Careful examination of the website is the first step. If a person peruses breeder websites regularly and sees that a particular website is never updated with information or up to date kitten pictures, it may be a scam. If pictures viewed on the website are common pictures that are on the web when googling RagaMuffins, there is potential those photos were stolen for use on a fake web site. A current scam site uses the exact wording from an established breeder’s site, even saying to check out the Facebook page of the actual breeder  (a different cattery name)!

Many breeders state what organizations they belong to on their website. An individual may check with those organizations to verify membership. Some ethical RagaMuffin breeders do not maintain an active website. They choose instead to utilize social media sites like MeWe, Facebook or Instagram. Again, active updates with original pictures and information is important to prove validity.

Videos of current litters is a great way to establish that a cattery is not a scam. Mentioning the name of the cattery and the date during the recording helps prove the kittens are actually kittens from that cattery. Some breeders use video chat or multiple phone calls to get to know buyers. This is an effective way for the adopter to ensure a comfort level in dealing with a breeder. A fictional breeder is unlikely to want to make the effort.

References from previous RagaMuffin buyers may be requested. While I am not aware of any deceit with this previously, the potential is certainly there utilizing a ghost email address. Of course, the best way to find a good breeder to work with is through a recommendation of someone known to the potential buyer. In some cases, breeders may be met at a cat show which is a super method of seeing the cats the cattery has produced.

When adding a family member, the last thing a potential RagaMuffin buyer wants is to spend money on a kitten that doesn’t exist.

Killer and Lovey: A Paradoxical Pair

author Alley Milam                           RagaMuffin lover


Just over a year ago I got the news that  RagaMuffin iCandy Blueberry Crisp had sixRagamuffin cat healthy kittens, three boys and three girls. I had the fourth and fifth picks of the litter, so I knew that the chance of getting two sweet girls would be slim, but I had already named them: Nutmeg and Clove. Elegant, classy and still along the sweet names that the iCandy parents already had, these names would be perfect.


Right before COVID-19 caused the massive lockdown, I had decided to take a break from the stressors of college to go backpacking and would be out of contact for weeks. I also knew that in this time the opportunity to individually pick out the two kittens I had put in a deposit for would arise. In preparation for my trip, I had given my mom as the contact for breeder Dr. Thornton to reach out to when the time was right. So, when news came – and pictures along with it – that I ended up with the last girl and the boy that caught my mom’s eye, I soon forgot the “perfect” names I had chosen because those two pictures already had me grinning from ear-to-ear.


RagaMuffin kittenI found myself in the Utah desert with just the bare essentials, cat pictures, and a predicament: what do I name my new RagaMuffin kittens? I quite literally hiked for days saying “nutmeg” and “clove” out loud to see if I could force either of them to be more masculine with no luck. So, I resorted to making lists in my journal of traditionally human names, play on words, and other food-oriented names, but nothing fit quite as I wanted it to. I looked at their pictures asking myself, “what do they look like?” Still, nothing was working out the way the two more feminine names would have.


Thankfully, I had lots of time on my hands for the foreseeable future on this adventure IRagamuffin cat was on. I reflected on times with friends and family and landed on a story that my parents mentioned a few times throughout my life. In this brief anecdote from my mother’s childhood, I was told about a couple who were family friends with my maternal grandparents. These two often went to the beach house on the weekends in the summers with my mom’s family and were always a joy to be with. What always stood out to me about these friends were their unique nicknames: Killer and Lovey.

Killer, who was always described as a big man with an even bigger personality, was close with my grandfather, who we called Daddy Don. Killer called his doting wife Lovey, an undeniable juxtaposition. I do not remember the exact moment when I realized this pair of names would perfectly fit my pair of kittens, but I do know that meeting them only solidified my choice to call them Killer and Lovey.


Lovey is brave, playful, and curious almost to a fault. She looks at humans with lovingRagaMuffin kitten eyes and is always the first of the two to make a move to meet new humans, explore a new habitat (drawers, paper grocery bags, luggage, etc.), or take the first bite out of a fresh bowl of cat food. Killer is a big boy, shy, and cuddly after dark. He loves his belly brushed and can often be found lounging on his back whether he’s under the bed or in the middle of the kitchen.


Neither RagaMuffin can resist a peacock feather or a Churu lickable treat. They are two compassionate, intuitive buddies who rely on each other for entertainment, playful brawls, and warmth to cuddle up close with.


Though many people at first are confused when I talk about my cats or they meet them, the irony of their names still makes me giggle. These two have been my solace in what continually proved to be a challenging year. They always remind me to laugh, to connect to my environment, and most importantly, to take time to appreciate what and who I have in my life.


And This Chair is…….JUST RIGHT

author Patti Grow                            RagaMuffin lover

Ragamuffin catWell, my RagaMuffin cat Fudgie never ceases to amaze me!  Since I retired, all of my dogs and cats feel that I am their constant waitress.  The cats in particular are demanding, and they become quite irritated if I don’t stop immediately what I am doing and tend to them! Of course, what else could be more important – to them anyway!  ?

After catering to their every whim, it is finally time to sit down and do something for ME – like read!  I absolutely look forward to sitting in MY favorite chair to read and occasionally take a quick “cat nap” myself.  After all, I spend most of my waking hours catering to them, so I deserve some relaxing time.
Wrong – silly me!  Fudgie has claimed MY chair as HIS favorite  RagaMuffin napping spot.Ragamuffin cat  Well, napping may be an understatement, since once Fudgie decides to settle down for his nap, it is a LONG winter’s nap!  I have even tried sitting and coaxing him to sit on my lap to no avail.  Then, I thought I would be generous and offer to share a spot in the chair with him. Well, you can imagine that move only gained me lots of dirty looks and glares – the nerve of ME to sit in HIS chair!
I am sure you figured out the ending by now.  Much like Goldilocks, Fudgie found the chair that is just the right size for him!  As of now, I am on my own to claim a new spot to call MY own!!  ?

RagaMuffin Resolutions

author Robert Hamera          Slice of Life

Resolutions! Me make resolutions? You’ve got to be kidding. Resolutions are for those who are not happy with themselves and want to change some aspect about themselves that they don’t like. They are not perfect.

Me, on the other hand, I am perfect and there is nothing I want to change or need to change about myself. Therefore, there is no need for me to make resolutions.

However, that is no reason why I can’t make resolutions for others. That being said, here are my resolutions, in no particular order, for the people who live with me.

I resolve that you will feed me whenever I want to be fed and not according to some predesigned schedule of feeding you think is appropriate for me. After all, who here is the expert on when I am hungry?RagaMuffin

I resolve that you will let me sleep whenever and wherever I choose. In addition, I resolve that you will not run the vacuum while I am trying to sleep. After all, to look this good I need my 20 hours of sleep.

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I resolve that you will pet me only when I want to be petted and not when you feel like petting me. After all, I know I am cute and adorable but that doesn’t mean you have the right to touch it each time you walk by.

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I resolve that you will wake up when I want you to get up and not when you feel like getting up. After all, if I let you sleep why it would be at least 8:00 A.M. until I was served breakfast.

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I resolve that I will run around the house like crazy whenever I want. After all, I need my exercise to stay fit and trim.

I resolve that you will have boxes and baskets of toys for me to play with in every room of the house especially making sure that the nosiest ones are out at night. After all, I am entitled to have as many toys as possible.

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I resolve that you will clean my litter box daily. After all, who wants to use a dirty one. Ugh!

I resolve that any food you eat is fair game for me as well. After all, someone needs to check that the food you eat is healthy.

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I resolve that I will constantly be underfoot especially when you are busiest. After all, someone needs to make sure your senses stay sharp.


I resolve that you will keep the bird feeder filled so that I can watch bird TV whenever I want. After all, I am entitled to some entertainment.

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I really don’t think there are too many resolutions here or that they can’t be met. I did lie, though. I did make just one resolution for myself.

I resolve that no rug or piece of furniture will be safe from my wrath if these resolutions are not kept.


Adding a RagaMuffin to the family

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iCandy Beef Wellington

author Regina Zilberg       RagaMuffin lover
       Believe it or not, I never liked or wanted any pets. Not even a turtle or a goldfish. Not even when I was a kid. All the extra cleaning and noises… who wants the trouble? However, a couple of years back, on a beautiful Winter morning, I was browsing the web and saw a picture of a red Maine Coon. My fate was sealed then and there. So we got a Maine Coon, and, of course, it is red. And he, no doubts, is the owner of this household and everything and everyone in it. We all worship Simon ?
        Naturally, when we realized that he was a little bored with us, his humble slaves, it was decided to get Simon a sister. At that point, being a true nerd, I read a lot about all kinds of cats, and RagaMuffins were definitely my favorite due to the beauty and wonderful personality. I realized how lucky we got with Simon, how much trouble we could’ve gotten into if he was not so healthy (knock on wood!). So I was looking for a reputable breeder. I did my homework, all right. Luckily I found  iCandy cattery. I wrote to Sara and was told that there was a waiting list. Yes, please, count me in for a girl! I want it to be as white as possible, with a very symmetrical mask, I wrote in my original email. And so Sara put me on the list for a white girl with a symmetrical mask that’s yet to be born sometime in the future. And the wait has started.
       A little later I had a conversation with Simon’s vet and mentioned that we are getting a female kitten, and the good doctor told me “Never deal with females. Believe me on that one and thank me later”.
RagaMuffin kitten‘Dear Sara’, I wrote. ‘Please change my registry on your waiting list. I would actually like to get a boy instead.’ – ‘You know what’ – wrote Sara back to me – ‘as a matter of fact, there is one boy. The last one. Not sure if you want him… he is not white at all. And there is a spot on the belly. And the mask is not symmetrical.’
I looked at the picture and my heart stopped.
It was in the middle of a pandemic and we couldn’t even meet Sara and her cats properly. I left my pet carrier on the porch, waited in the car, and got back to find a tiny little something inside the bag, scared out of his mind. He was so tiny so I was afraid to touch him. Maine Coons are three times larger at that age, I just never held such a tiny kitten in my arms! Oh boy, what am I going to do?..
My kids spent weeks arguing about the name, and it was decided to call that tiny little something ‘Beef Wellington’. Beef. Beefey.
            Immediately upon arrival home the baby ran under the bureau in the guest bedroom and did not want to come out for a day or two. I did not want to leave him alone in the room and slept there. Finally he realized that I was, in fact, his mommy, and the second night he spent on my chest, making as much noise as he was a little tractor trailer ?
            Yesterday His Lordship Beоf, the duke of Wellington, turned one. A lot has happened during this year. He grew up to be the fluffiest and funniest creature on the planet, no doubts! We love Beef dearly and definitely can not imagine our lives without him. He is oh, so soft and cuddly! And he smells like expensive fur coats and cookies and cream at the same time. He is there when I go to sleep, and he wakes me up in the morning by pushing my hand with his nose. He is a brother and best friend to Simon who loves him enormously, and my girls – 15 year old Maya and 18 year old Jean – say that Beef is their son. I don’t argue. It is obvious to me whose son he is. It is also obvious that I will never ever live without any cats in the house, preferably RagaMuffins.
Here are Simon and Beef Wellington, they say Hi to everybody. You may follow them on Instagram:

My New Year’s Resolution

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author Sara Thornton DVM                   iCandy RagaMuffins

I am generally pretty good about scheduling things: dentist, hairdresser, oil change, etc. Pet care has been second nature as well. Heartworm prevention, flea and tick contro,  wellness exams are all done on time and routinely. Doggie nail trims, kitten nail trims and equine hoof trims (and dentistry) are all performed on a fixed schedule.

I realized my cat schedule could use some work though. My RagaMuffin cats that are being shown are regularly groomed and have their pedicures. My rescues and other RagaMuffins have been, well, hit and miss for the comb outs and nail trims. I need to do better. I have a couple of old rescues that really need more nail care than they are getting.

So, I put them ALL on a schedule. The goal is to take care of one adult every day. Alphabetical order so I don’t miss anyone. Doing this frequently will keep their nails in excellent condition and the coats even better. I’m lucky in that only the old rescues tend to mat….I shave them down occasionally. The other kitties just need a nice comb out to maintain their beautiful coats.

Best Family Cat

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author Stephanie Valligny                          RagaMuffin lover

The Great Kitten Search started this past spring.  I had decided to go through a breeder after having some mixed results at the shelters.  Over the years, we’ve had a variety of cats ranging from an old battle axe who (barely) tolerated humans and dogs to a sickly cat who died too soon.  We also had a few good ones in-between.  My hope was to find a kitten who enjoyed playing with the kids and could roll with the happy chaos that is our family life.  A bonus would be to find a friend for our sweet Goldendoodle Barley.


I went to Google and typed in “Best Family Cat”.  The RagaMuffin led the way as a great breed for families and it sounded perfect for us.  I found iCandy Ragamuffins and Sara rather quickly.  Her commitment to health had me sold.  I contacted her and we hopped onto the waiting list.


As Sara warned us, waiting was the hard part.  To pass the time, we made a countdown calendar and created a list of possible names that the kids quickly and firmly narrowed down to Sir Gilbert.  We excitedly scrolled through her Facebook page gushing over the pictures families shared of their beautiful muffins.  We couldn’t wait to be a part of it!  Sara’s kitty supply suggestions were very helpful and we gathered all sorts of items from this list, and we had fun choosing toys too.  When the day finally arrived, I walked into Sara’s home and felt immediate joy.  RagaMuffin mamas and kittens of various colors confidently strolled over with a greeting.  Their bottle brush tails stood tall in welcome and I heard soft purrs as they each sought out attention, which I excitedly dished out.  Sir Gilbert was sleeping upstairs and when he came down, I could see he was a bit nervous.  Sara created such a cozy world for him, and I understood his nervousness about leaving.  My heart sank a little at this thought.  Sara must be a cat whisperer because she softly spoke a few words to him, and he immediately relaxed.  I’m not exaggerating; there wasn’t another peep from him!  Excited faces peered from the car windows as I carefully guided his carrier to the car.  I dare to say my husband looked excited too.  Sir Gilbert was on his way to his forever home, and I was confident that he would love it and us!


When we arrived home, we took him directly to the quiet room we prepared for him, filled with cushy beds, food, water, and his litter box.  Instead of the plush new beds, he beelined for an open plastic tub sitting on the floor.  We laughed a little over his pick and we tucked in a warm blanket to help him feel cozy.  Barley was allowed to do some supervised sniffing.  She approached gently as I’m sure she recalled her previous attempts at befriending our old battle axe and the swipes across her muzzle for even casting an eye towards the cat.  But there was no need for caution this time around. RagaMuffin  Sir Gilbert (quickly shortened to Gilly by those insisting on the long name!) appeared at ease with our giant dog.  In fact, he approached and nuzzled Barley’s face, weaved in and out of her legs, and attempted to groom her tail.  My heart soared, already knowing a friendship was to come!


Time is flying by and Gilly is a big boy now at six months old, weighing over 8lbs.  Life is so much fun with him.  When he’s not being toted around by the kids, he’s chilling on their desks during virtual school, or cozying up to one of us.  He plays fetch!  He walks around with toys in his mouth and brings them back for more tosses.  He loves his scratching post and enjoys scaling the side to grab a toy off the top.  I think Barley is a bit envious of his skills.  Gilly loves to race around the house, playing chase.  I call him the thundering hooves as he gallops and leaps across the floors, and then zooms up and down the stairs in a blur of fur.  He comes when I call, and he sits outside the pantry, awaiting treats with Barley, his best bud.  He’s mischievous, spunky, curious, and a love bug.  I recently broke my foot and was down for the count for a bit.  My first night home he curled up next to me, put his paws between my arms and lulled us both to sleep with his RagaMuffin gentle purring.  My heart melted.  We are celebrating the twelve days of Christmas with a new toy for him each day.  Gilly spends hours playing with them.  His personalized stocking is hanging alongside ours over the fireplace and there are already gifts for him under the tree.  We’ve only had Sir Gilbert for 3 short months but it feels like he’s been in our hearts for much longer.  He is the perfect fit for our family!