I grew up with a mixed-breed cat (a little Persian, a liitle bit of this and a little bit of that). She was gentle, loving and loyal and was everything you could want in a furry companion. She used to sleep her summer afternoons in the fork of a branch up in an old elm tree with the branche moving gently iin the breeze. She lived to within a few weeks of her 21st birthday and her passing was like loosing a sister.
I'm partial to Abys these days in part because of their absolute knowledge and confidence of their place in the workings of the planet, however, I know in my heart that each cat offers something special. They return your affection so many times over.
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