My poor pissy pussy...
...passed away last night after being a part of our family for some 16 years.
She was fit and active right till the end, she even caught herself a bird last week!
She turned up on our doorstep as a wee, barely weaned kitten, that someone had dumped. She was nuerotic, psychotic at times, terrified of strangers and even her own shadow. But there was just something about her...
I won't miss her ankle tapping me because I'm 5 minutes late feeding her. I won't miss her yowling. I won't miss the way she pissed on people's bikes/cars/gear. But I will miss her, dreadfully.
Things are just not the same.
RIP Mistress Missy
Diarrhoea is hereditary - it runs in your jeans
If my nose was running money, I'd blow it all on you...
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