Angel Kitty
It seems as though sometimes we sustain losses in chains. Spot died in May, then Snowball got sick and just as he got better, Kitty got sick. I’ve never seen my feisty little cat so weak. She would stand over the water bowl, staring at the water and muster all her strength to make a soft, desperate sound. It was the same sound she made when I greeted her on Sunday. I had been out of town for a few days and was shocked at how quickly she had gotten so sick. Last week she was stealing Snowball’s food and insistently displacing my computer in my lap. We had an “argument” last Thursday about who was going to sleep in the middle of the bed (an argument she won). Kitty had stopped eating on...
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