Got back from Oceanside last night, was out doing some work in the backyard today. Found one of the outdoor cats that adopted us, black cat we named Stubby. Always had the sniffles, and was apparently the mom for most other cats in the area. She had curled up in one of her favorite spots in the yard, and passed away.
We buried her in a shady spot under some trees, where she liked to hang out, placed the marble stone we had used for Alexander Mittens The Great over her resting spot. Gave all the kitties hugs, if you have a cat, give it a hug, and be happy they can annoy you and wake you up in the morning by romping about.
Stubby had a good life, at least once we moved in, had a little house to sleep in during the winter, and would wait in the front yard until I got home, then run into the back and wait for food. Even knew the sounds of my motorcycles, and would be waiting out back for me when I would ride up on the MC.
Every want to see a buff bald biker dude cry? This would have been the moment. :cry
We buried her in a shady spot under some trees, where she liked to hang out, placed the marble stone we had used for Alexander Mittens The Great over her resting spot. Gave all the kitties hugs, if you have a cat, give it a hug, and be happy they can annoy you and wake you up in the morning by romping about.
Stubby had a good life, at least once we moved in, had a little house to sleep in during the winter, and would wait in the front yard until I got home, then run into the back and wait for food. Even knew the sounds of my motorcycles, and would be waiting out back for me when I would ride up on the MC.
Every want to see a buff bald biker dude cry? This would have been the moment. :cry