Sometimes, the Best Thing
Jan. 29th, 2007 01:34 am...is a warm and happy cat resting on one's knee.
Scruffy and I have been together since the end of 1993, when he was less than a year old and not yet fully grown.
He's definitely become Rick's cat, but there are times, like now, when Rick's nearby and Scruffy still comes to sit with me.
In that thirteen years, one husband married and died, the several moves within Vermont, then several in SoCal, and now three in northern California. He's survived living with Gandalf, Tiger, and Cooper, and is the last remaining cat of the clan (Gandalf was killed by a fisher cat in 1995; we then got Cooper; Tiger and Cooper both disappeared in 1998).
Scruffy and I have been together since the end of 1993, when he was less than a year old and not yet fully grown.
He's definitely become Rick's cat, but there are times, like now, when Rick's nearby and Scruffy still comes to sit with me.
In that thirteen years, one husband married and died, the several moves within Vermont, then several in SoCal, and now three in northern California. He's survived living with Gandalf, Tiger, and Cooper, and is the last remaining cat of the clan (Gandalf was killed by a fisher cat in 1995; we then got Cooper; Tiger and Cooper both disappeared in 1998).