About 13 years ago, I took in one of the strays that used to hang around outside my house. A tiny little long-haired black kitten. I don't have a picture, but she looked a lot like this:
Kind of a runt. About 3 pounds when I got her. She never weighed more than 6 in her adult life.
Spent her whole life being skittish. You could never walk up to her. The only way to catch her was to trap her in a corner & grab her as she scooted by.
But once you got her & started petting her, she'd stay put for hours. Very strange.
Anyway, she developed a respiratory illness last week, and despite antibiotics, passed away this evening.
I will miss her.
Turns out I *did* have a picture of Fuzzy. For size comparison, there's a standard household electrical outlet on the left side of the picture.
Like I said - tiny cat.
Friday, August 30, 2013
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Either it's because I want to experience my life firsthand instead of living it vicariously through a 4-inch diagonal screen, or it's because I secretly long to be a Hispanic woman.
Not really sure which.