I am very sad to report the death of one of our beloved "Threats to the Thread."
Our dear friend Mr. Cat died this summer after his liver collapsed.
Harriet and I picked Mr. Cat up at the Animal Refuge League in Westbrook when both he and Harriet were 2 years old. I always liked to say he picked *us*. I'll never forget standing in the shelter's "cat room" wondering how on Earth I was supposed to select a cat from the hundreds that needed homes when a black cat came running down a ramp and meowed. The toddler in my arms leaned toward the cat, and the cat stretched over and licked her cheek. "We'll take that one!" I said, pointing at the black cat. He and Harriet grew up together, and I heard her call him her best friend many times.
He was kind of skinny when we got him, but he grew into a handsome, fat, squishy, lovable cat. He really disliked a certain standard poodle, but was very affectionate to everyone else and we forgave him his intense interest in our knitting projects.
So sorry to hear about Mr Cat. You gave him a wonderful home!
The first thing Claudia did when I met her was hiss and bite me :) Now she's a mama's girl.
Take Care!
Posted by: Kelle | August 28, 2006 at 04:42 PM
Oh, I'm so sorry. It's so hard to lose a well-loved member of the household.
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Posted by: torokilopok | August 26, 2007 at 12:48 AM