JB
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Twenty years ago this week I moved into my daughter's house to "sit" it while she was serving in Desert Storm.
There was a very small kitten there whom I called microcat.
After the war she was adopted by grandson Sean and lived with him until he left for college. She then adopted my Son, John, and lived with him until he married. Along the way she changed her name to "Miss Kitty".
New DIL is not a cat fancier, the infamous Catzilla had gone to meet her maker, so Miss Kitty then came full circle and came to The Hideout.
She doesn't jump on counters and furniture anymore, but otherwise appears to be a typical adult (but small) cat. Sight and hearing may have diminished a bit. Her voice is quite gravelly.
She is currently rubbing my ankles in a request for affection.
Happy Birthday, Miss Kitty. You are the best preserved 20 year old cat I ever knew.
There was a very small kitten there whom I called microcat.
After the war she was adopted by grandson Sean and lived with him until he left for college. She then adopted my Son, John, and lived with him until he married. Along the way she changed her name to "Miss Kitty".
New DIL is not a cat fancier, the infamous Catzilla had gone to meet her maker, so Miss Kitty then came full circle and came to The Hideout.
She doesn't jump on counters and furniture anymore, but otherwise appears to be a typical adult (but small) cat. Sight and hearing may have diminished a bit. Her voice is quite gravelly.
She is currently rubbing my ankles in a request for affection.
Happy Birthday, Miss Kitty. You are the best preserved 20 year old cat I ever knew.