In paradise.
She has been hiding under the living room bed, coming out to use the litter box , and eat.
I suddenly realized that I had not seen her in a day or so, so I looked under the bed, and found that in the night that My Dear Old Bo Bo had passed on, and was on her way to be with her Bobo, and together travel to the many Bobo restaurants and hotels all over the world.
I am ashamed that I lost touch with her in her last day, but with the other Ctas demandingattention, Bo Bo was not a squeaky wheel, and was I guess overlooked.
She was a mature Siamese when she came here in 1995, a stray that my Aunt Madeline and Ted took in , but was rejected by thier Cats Mr Whiskers and Sheba.
So they thought of me, and I gladly took her in.
I will never forget how afraid she was that first week, when she somehow was not in the bathroom, and I then realized she was in the bathroom vanity, in a small space inder the drawer.
I will never forget how happy I was when I opened the door and there my Bo Bo was, ready to be My Friend.
Have Fun My Bo Bo, and I will see your Happy Siamese Face Once More.
One Fine Day.










Good Bye My Bo Bo.
I only hope that I wqas as good a Cat Dad as I tried to be.