"One thing was certain, that the white kitten had had nothing to do with it--it was the black kitten's fault entirely." (L. Carroll, Through the Looking Glass)
I'm Yankee-Born and Southern-Raised, which makes me kind of Southern Gothic (in the old literary sense of the word). After 15 years in the Big Apple, I spent 4 years on a farm in Michigan raising chickens and llamas and learning to spin, knit, and needle-felt. Now I'm back home in NYC with my much-beloved spouse and one crazy tortiseshell cat. You can also find me on Ravelry.com as okitten.
8 comments:
*hugs* I'm sorry hun. He was a gorgeous kitty.
Beautiful souls stay in our hearts. My little blue cat will get extra hugs tonight.
What a beautiful furbaby. I'm sure he knew how loved he was by you and his other little family members. Hugs to Emma and the others too!
Oh, no! I'm so sorry. Poor baby.
RIP Grey Cat.
I will also hug my blue tonight. If I can catch him...
Thinking of you.
*hug* He left you in good paws.
:( he will be still be your watcher kitty, looking in from up above.
So, so sorry about Grey Cat. It's such a hard thing to have to do. The other kitties will help you through.
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