Kate Moss |
Kate wandered into my life a starving, flea-ridden, dirty little cat. She was starving for both care and food. I took her in, introducing her to Markos, Beckham and Smarty. Yes, it was a full house, but she actually took it quite well. The thing about Kate, though, is that even after the vet visit, quarantine, and a plumping up, she still looked a bit raggedy. It was because she was pretty much close to the end. She'd left home for two weeks once, and came back looking like the cat, Churchill, from the Stephen King movie "Pet Semetary." I fed her, cared for her, and she was alright and with us for quite a while... a few months, I guess, when she left for good. I know that she left to die, but it was still heart-breaking.
And then about six months later, a three-month old Jimmy comes into my life! Same kind of markings, same approximate dainty size. But now we have a whole lifetime to be together! It's a silly thing to think, maybe. But I don't know. It really seems to fit!
Kate enjoying the sun on the deck |
Jimmy Boo |