IZA:
1. I love TBTs lap. But I don't like his shoes.
2. He sometimes shifts from his right foot on his left knee to his left foot on his right knee.
3. He just recently realized that I always shift positions to face away from his shoes...
See? Well, he thinks my butt smells and I think his shoes smell bad. He should wash them. This pair is older than *I* am!
But I also wanted to show a style I like... Ears, nosie, and toesies inna straight line!
Even while napping, style matters...
Sunday, December 10, 2017
Remembering...
This is a day of remembering... Is it only 9 years since Skeeter went to the Bridge? It seems like a lifetime.
I wish cats could be cloned. I would love to have Marley and Skeeter meet. They would be BFFs.
I love seeing Brofurs on other blogs. They seem so happy together. Marley and Skeeter would be like that.
He was a handsome cat. He had odd gorgeous fur-patterns...
He protected LC and he was a good Protector of Ayla when she was new here.
He struggled his last few weeks. The vet said to wait. I think that was wrong. Struggling isn't a good thing sometimes. He was confused, stopped eating, and I was in misery about it. He was my first cat who died slowly and I didn't know what to do.

I should have let him run free a month or so earlier. But he taught me when to know to do that. A little early is kinder than a little later...
He was a sweet cat, always smelled like baby powder.
Friends at the time set up a sending-off tribute...
And he rests here, close by the pond he spent his last day beside...
Miss you, Skeeter...
I wish cats could be cloned. I would love to have Marley and Skeeter meet. They would be BFFs.
I love seeing Brofurs on other blogs. They seem so happy together. Marley and Skeeter would be like that.
He was a handsome cat. He had odd gorgeous fur-patterns...
He protected LC and he was a good Protector of Ayla when she was new here.
He struggled his last few weeks. The vet said to wait. I think that was wrong. Struggling isn't a good thing sometimes. He was confused, stopped eating, and I was in misery about it. He was my first cat who died slowly and I didn't know what to do.
I should have let him run free a month or so earlier. But he taught me when to know to do that. A little early is kinder than a little later...
He was a sweet cat, always smelled like baby powder.
Friends at the time set up a sending-off tribute...
And he rests here, close by the pond he spent his last day beside...
Miss you, Skeeter...
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