| These were my two darling little
boys. I know they look like cats to you, but they didn't know that. They are no longer
with me. They have gone on to hunt mice and slurp cream with the angels. Fang was a feisty
one, so I am sure the angels have their hands full. He would sleep curled up around my
neck at night and purr me to sleep. I still miss that a lot, he was sixteen years old when
he left me. Butchie lived to be almost eighteen years old. He was sweet and gentle and
loved to be touched and snuggled. Butchie and Fang were never allowed to roam outdoors.
However, there were a lot of stray cats that lived in our old neighborhood. They would
feast on Fang and Butchie's leftovers, our leftovers and whatever else we offered them.
Some were pretty demanding. But when you love cats, it is hard to say no to them. Watching
them was a little like "Live TV". |
