"Squiggy,"
Ms Fluffy's inept but lovable son, now 21 years young.
"Plywood"
the multi-toed good luck cat.
I used to live where mom works. I had to steal
sandwich scraps and catch mice and sleep on a cement floor
or old boards. I always had to be careful not to get run over
by the forklifts. All of us cats had kittens all the time. Then
she brought me home to live. Now I eat cat food and sleep
on beds and couches and have no more kittens. This gives
me more time to hunt mice and birds. Hunting is now a hobby
for me.
Our young kittie, at age 12.
Gone, but always loved and never forgotten.....
Ms Fluffy (1983 - 2005)
This page is named after our great warrior cat. Ms Fluffy was a Maine
coon mix and once
the terror of the neighborhood. She was a beautiful
wild-looking creature with owl-like huge round gold eyes and lynx-like tufts
on her eartips. She possessed lightning reflexes and was a mighty hunter
unafraid to pursue quarry as large as a crow. She defended her territory
(which
extended far beyond the limits spelled out in our property deed)
with tooth and claw against all comers, up to and including German
shepherd dogs. In retirement she underwent a personality reversal and
loved to be petted by hands that she once would have shredded. Her
spirit now still resides in all her old
haunts and in the memory of those
who loved her as well as those who survived her attacks (in some cases
these are one and the same)!
Paisley (1969 - 1992)
She lived long and prospered.
Johanna
(1969 - 1979)
"A thing of great beauty is a joy forever."
Yalla in his senior
years in the 1970s, childhood pet for 17 years.
