My best friend had 12 rescued cats. The oldest died a few weeks ago at age 15. One of her other cats died yesterday. There was nothing wrong with him. The vet said he died of grief. Now she has 10.
One night back in 2001 a starving, dirty, grease-covered cat jumped into my car when I was parked on an errand, and refused to leave. Figured we'd drive her home and keep her safe for the night, then get her to a shelter the next day. But on the drive home she curled up in my lap and went into labor.
She gave birth to two *enormous* kittens... both pure white with blue eyes, both deaf. I still have one of them. Sweetest cat I've ever known. He has triaditis, which kills most kitties within five years. Almost lost him to liver failure a few years ago. He's just a big, happy doofus. I love that silly cat more than my next breath.
One night back in 2001 a starving, dirty, grease-covered cat jumped into my car when I was parked on an errand, and refused to leave. Figured we'd drive her home and keep her safe for the night, then get her to a shelter the next day. But on the drive home she curled up in my lap and went into labor.
She gave birth to two *enormous* kittens... both pure white with blue eyes, both deaf. I still have one of them. Sweetest cat I've ever known. He has triaditis, which kills most kitties within five years. Almost lost him to liver failure a few years ago. He's just a big, happy doofus. I love that silly cat more than my next breath.