Bruce Irving

Well when Mudge was a wee thing, he was all claws and teeth. He used to hide and attack us as we rounded corners in our house. He'd often run up our legs and sink his claws in our thighs.

We had a pillar covered with carpet in the middle of our room. Sometimes we'd play "velcro-kitty" by extricating him from our thighs and tossing him onto the pillar - where he'd stick for a minute or so until he figured out how to get down.

Jenna Clark