Monday, February 9, 2009

This was Timber, the daughter. She was funny and could be quite wild in her attitude. She wouldn't sit on my lap until a couple days after her mother had to be put to sleep. She came over, sat down next to me, put her paws on my lap and stayed with me through my grief over losing Spooky. After that, she would crawl under the covers with her head peeking out and sleep with me. She liked picking on her big brother and could sure make us laugh.


At February 10, 2009 at 3:56 AM , Blogger Bruce said...

Timber, you are a beautiful cat...what's it like up there in cat heaven? I bet it's wonderful:)


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