Here is George looking worn out from too much play:


Gotta rest now!




I let George and Buster go together to a sweet young woman who promised to only marry a man that her cats approved of.

That was hard and I cried.

But goofy boy Abbot was special to me. It was Abbot who jumped up on my legs like a puppy wanting on my lap. He was the one that said (in actions) MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY.


Another adoption counselor took Abbot one Sunday to an adoption event. I assumed he’d be back.

When the counselor called and told me Abbot was adopted and not coming home, I burst into tears.

The good news is Abbot went with another kitten to a nice young couple. He is a fourth-year vet student. The followup reports indicate he’s in a loving, protective home. I couldn’t ask for anything better.

It still hurts. By the time it was all over with, 13 kittens passed through my spare bedroom. (I took more on as the summer went by). But it’s Abbot that I miss.

Good-bye little darling.