My sweet Barcley was the closest thing you could get to a lion under 20 pounds. He came to me in 2005, accompanied me to Michigan for 11 months in 2010, and then came back to Florida where he loved life, stalked lizards and relaxed in the sun.
I lost my poor kitty to Feline Aortic Thromboembolism, a silent killer that was swift and deadly.
I loved my little Lion King and miss him sorely. We will keep him in our hearts.