Cherokee was born on the checkered blanket while I was on my bed. I remember waking up (at 5 years old) saying "Mom, There are kitties on my bed and they're slimy".
She was mine from the start. She knew my darkest secrets. We used to "hunt mice" together outside in the hayfield
After we had her spayed, she was strictly an indoor cat. As soon as you brought her near a door, she would fight to the death to get away.
She had a long life, full of love. I know she is waiting for me on the other side, but I fear she will have to wait a long time for that. I'm in no hurry. I know she's happy.
I love you Cherokee |
