Maybe it’s my imagintion, but it seems like there have been a lot of pet threads lately. So, I thought I’d share this.
I had a tabby named Phoebe. I found her in the parking lot of the crappy apartment complex I lived in when I was in law school, in 1985. She was about 6 months old then. I had to have her put to sleep Nov 1 of 2005. Here is a photo of her about a week before she died:
So, after I had her put to sleep, I was inconsolable. Then, a month later, I went to the local shelter. Not that I wanted another cat or anything, I just wanted to see what they had. This is what I saw:
The people at the shelter said that this guy found them huddled under a bush in his subdivision. They are sisters, about 8 weeks old, weighing in at a pound each. Well. What could I do? I brought them home, and named them Snickers (the calico) and Biscuit (the buff and while).
Here is the photo I sent out with my Xmas cards:
They are incredibly sweet and very, very funny.
And, here they are today:
I miss Phoebe, but I adore these kttens.