A celebration of the kitties (and their friends) of the CatBlogosphere in verse.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
In 1993 the Mom saw a very dirty white kitten running through the pasture. At first she thought it might be Blanket, her white kitty who had gone missing. She soon discovered that it was a starving feral kitten. She wooed her with food and kindness and managed to tame her, almost. Ghost was never too comfortable around people or other animals. She loved her Granddad and was friendly toward her Mom, but would hide from anyone else. Her favorite spot to hide was behind the washing machine. She hated being picked up and would tolerate being petted only rarely. Because she had been so starved as a kitten, not all of her teeth came in. She lost the others to infections. She also lost an eye to a bad infection. Ghost got so she would tolerate Mia being in the same room with her, but just barely. If Mia stared at her, she would hiss. She hissed at Jade and BG if they got anywhere near her. She may have been the grumpy one, but she was very much loved and will be missed terribly.
Away to the Rainbow Bridge ran Ghost. Her sweet little face we will miss the most. She may have been grrry And not very purry, But her companionship was something to toast.