I never thought I'd be keeping a kitty. My kids found him and eventually wore me down. Silly little thing! He didn't know enough to keep his feet out of his milk! But he figured out the litter box very quickly and that was my main requirement. He was my daughter's cat, not mine. Except that as he got bigger & bigger he seemed more and more to know exactly when I was hurting. I'd developed RSD from an accident months before he was even born, but he always knew when it was really getting to me. He became my fuzzy handwarmer, my cuddler and my friend. He loved stretching out his head when I scratched him under his chin. He purred so much he vibrated my bones! He stretched out on my belly and nuzzled his head in my neck. And I loved him.|
11 June 08- It seems like it has been so much longer than just a couple of months since Nemo left me, and yet I still half-way think he is going to come running up, or that I've seen him just go around the corner.