I'm fighting the tears as I type this. Today, I said goodbye to my pretty Prissy, my companion and comfort. I loved her dearly and truly know that she loved me. My father laughed about her dedication to me, her constant need to be touching me.
This was our first Christmas together. Look at that face!
How many cats do you know that love a bath?
She never liked to play. I remember once I spent about $12.00 on a clockwork mouse. I called her into the room, wound it up and set it on a table. She looked at the mouse, looked at me, back to the mouse, back to me. Then, while looking at me, she casually reached over, knocked the mouse off the table, and walked away.
I was going to publish the slideshow of a day in the life of Prissy, but instead, click here.
You know, remembering all of this has made me smile. I hope you don't mind.