Cats
Ah. Here they are. The cats. Every decent web page has got some.
Vicky on the left, and Honey on the right. You still gotta miss old Romeo, but these two are mighty fine in the feline department.
After Romeo passed onward to "cat heaven", at the tender age of 18, we were devistated. Ok I was devistated. He was older than I was at the time of his demise, and I had planned on his being around forever. Reality hits at a certain point for everyone.
My cousins, who were always on a mission, went headlong into their next one. A mission to find me a kitty to call my own. They looked and looked, but they could find no cat. They called some nice people, but these nice people had just given away the last of their kittens. The nice people took my cousin's phone number just in case.
The next day, the nice man was at Safeway doing some grocery shopping when this teeny, dirty, mangy, flea-bitten "thing" wandered through the automatic doors. He took her home called my cousins, who promptly washed her, and that was Honey.
Well after I got one my brother was just a little bit jealous. My cousins were again on a mission. (They're good at that kind of thing.) And one day they were driving through a lovely residential neighborhood, when they happened to see this fluffy white, full grown cat grooming itself on a front porch.
Fearing nothing, they went to the front door and straight up asked the person who answered if they wanted their cat. The kid at the door went to ask his mother. It turned out they didn't want old "dirty face" anymore and he gave her to my cousins on the spot. And that was Vicky.
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