Good times

On a sad note, my cat Stanley, passed away on Friday the 25th. I had him for 12 years. He was quite a fighter when I took him in, and he quickly learned to help me weed out the good boyfriends from the bad. Pity on any guy who would lay a coat in the wrong spot. If Stanley didn't like you, good luck on getting cat urine smell out of your jacket. Then along came my future husband; the only guy whose coat wasn't peed on. That was 9 years ago, and we've been married for 7.

I'll miss him talking to me in the morning, sitting with me at lunch, and curling up on a pillow to sleep on my head. Thanks Stanley for being my protector, my lap warmer, and my morning waker-upper.

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Mrs. C. said...

I'm so sorry to hear about your loss:( It's hard to loose part of the family.