When we got to Atlanta, the cat sitter phoned and said he was having a seizure. He didn't make it.
We are just heartsick.
This sweet old boy headbutted for treats, could make a hundred different little sounds, chirps and yeowls, kept the other kittiese in line even at 21, chased treats across the floor and shook them to break their little kibble necks before eating them.
He was a wonderful spirit and the house feels empty without him.