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Otis was my constant companion in my earliest memories. He had a loud, throaty, almost Siamese, meow. He would follow his humans around, never letting them get a word in edgewise. If you dared to try to walk away, he would stand on your foot to hold you in place. He stayed on the farm when we moved to the big city, but I never forgot him. When I visited the farm, he'd always trot up to my side and let me know what I'd missed. He died in 1989 at the age of 17. |
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This is Radar.Read his story. |
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Clawed was a special cat. At times, ferocious. At times, sweet. In her youth and mine, she curled up on my nightstand to sleep beside me. At her peak, she was a skilled hunter of backyard birds. She liked to drink the water off the bottom of the shower stall. In the last years of her life, as she struggled with feline diabetes, she had a throne of cushions piled on her very own couch. Throughout her life, she was queen of all she surveyed, and she never let anyone forget it. She passed away on January 7, 2005 at the age of 19. |
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Sweet and gentle, JC was one of the most easygoing cats I ever knew. He battled feline diabetes for well over six years. But that wasn't what killed him. It seemed like he might live forever, until a fast-growing tumor took over his face. (This picture is from before that happened.) He died August 7, 2006, at the age of 19. |
Good kitties, every one of them. They all live on in my heart.