I came across this picture the other day whilst looking through a box of old photos and wanted to post it. I am about 7 years old and holding Higgins our cat at that time. He was a huge big black boy, was very independent and was mostly my mums cat. He lived to about 6 or 7 I think, and he died of a stroke I remember and it was horrible. I was thinking about him and have decided sometime in the future I want to get a black cat and call him Higgins 2 (a catmandu vibe of course ) in memory of Higgins. I will never forget him, and although I probably gave him a dogs life teasing him and such and trying to put clothes on etc, he was a good cat. I will one day have another big black boy in memory of him I'm sure.

He was a polydactyl also, which at the time we didn't realise he was so special we just thought he has funny paws, It's only now I realise how special he was and that we were lucky to have a cat with extra toes