In article , CATherine
wrote:

He was only 11 and a half years old; I loved him for 10 and a half
years. He came to me as I was mourning my beloved Max (RB). Dear Amber
brought laughter and love to my life. He had so much personality. He
could be so charming and cute and innocent and, yet, imperious.

He was the king of the household and ruled with a benevolent paw. But
this last year he often let Robin take over. Training him? I think so.
Amber was a clown; Robin is a clown.


I am so sorry. Skilled cat clowns are an elite; my Clifford (RB) was
one. Hopefully Amber and Clifford will meet, and they will provide
inspiration to Robin.

Purrs from Mr. Clark, who is more intimate but less of a clown than
Clifford, Rhonda, and Ding, who, some day, may convert his misadventures
into elegant clowning.