Turtle came to us in a box that I held in my arms on the car ride from her first home to ours. She was 3 months old. The smallest of a large litter. She cried when we left her alone. A pitiful, sad mew. Gradually these turned into songs she sang to her toys at night- always when she thought she was alone. |
She was a people cat. She loved warm laps, clothes right out of the dryer, a blanket that was draped over the couch. The couch looked out onto our front yard, where she would watch birds, leaves, and the seasons. My last memory of her will forever be of her just before she passed, sitting on on her favorite blanket, just watching the world.