Tag: cat lover

We’ve Got Each Other

I recently told the tale of how my babies came to be a part of my life. They are brother and sister, and have a bond deeper than any other. They protect each other, battle with each other, and at the end of the day, snuggle with each other (and if I’m lucky, with me.) I worry about what will happen when one of … Read More We’ve Got Each Other

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Here’s Your Baby!

November, 2012. I didn’t have a job. I owed the Cat Clinic hundreds of dollars for the care of the late great Paco. It would have been irresponsible to get a new cat. So when the pitiful cries of two little ones is heard outside my apartment window, I steel myself and say, I can’t save all the kitties. In that neighborhood, at that … Read More Here’s Your Baby!

Home from Work

Sometimes, Walter is very clear about how much he needs me.

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I Want You Back

Ah Paco, I miss your little kitty breath. Yes, I have two wonderful kitties now, but you were older and needed your teeth cleaned more often to keep them fresh, so frankly, you had…kitty breath. It smelled like love. I miss you so much sometimes it just hurts. You were my sweet baby, you saved my life when no one else was there to … Read More I Want You Back

Hold Me Closer, Tiny Sleeper

  Mighty Montero came home with me when he was only six weeks old, intended to be a buddy for Paco. Some people thought I picked the name “Montero” to “match” the name Paco, but the Latin nature of both names is sheer coincidence. I’d just finished a scarf with one of my then-favorite yarns, Montera by Classic Elite. ‘Tero was a boy, so … Read More Hold Me Closer, Tiny Sleeper

Sweet Peas in a Pod

At the end of the day, it’s good to have a best friend.

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In Desperate Times Come Feet of Fur

Today at work the owner’s dog, Thelma Lou, wasn’t there to greet me in her usual overly-exuberant manner. We’d known there had been problems. They’d been going on for days, but weren’t clearly identifiable symptoms. It started when she began running away from me and my colleagues instead of bowling us over with affection. She was fearful and timid, and we puzzled over the … Read More In Desperate Times Come Feet of Fur

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