It is almost two years since my vagabond status forced me to find a new home for my two cats.
Which I did, and a very nice home it is too. I speak to their new owner from time to time, just to catch up. In fact we have become friends, which is nice.
*sighs*
Babes and Sophie.
Still haven't got over it !
*sighs*
Babes is the daughter, the darker of the two. Her father was a big old ferral Tom who we never knew was living underneath our porch, until one day .......
She was born in my sweater drawer, and has hardly ever been separated from her mother since. We could never even think of a real name for her, except as the child of her mother.
Sophie, on the other hand, was an orphan, born in a Newark, NJ. dumpster and abandoned almost immediately.
Here she is on the day we brought her home.
She grew up to be a teenage Mum, but we supported her through that.
Hard knocks, but she got through it.
Here she is on the day we brought her home.
She grew up to be a teenage Mum, but we supported her through that.
Hard knocks, but she got through it.
You know, I promised myself a while back that I would not become one of those people who are always talking about her cats.
*sighs*
Aah, but THESE cats! They get to us, these pets, young, middle or old. But we do need to refine the term old. Now that people are living into their nineties, aren't we still middle aged?
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