Max was everybody's favorite kitten. Furry, friendly, and a little fiesty. He was a shrimper; he loved to like your toes. I'm sad to say that Max didn't make it across the road last night. He's now in kitty heaven, playing with the rest of his family. This summer in June, we had 6 cats, we are now down to one. Four have been tragedies of vehicles. Although the last one, Hannah, is pregnant so our count won't be down too long.
****P.S. Yellow tabby cats are always my favorite. I had one growing up as well.
6 comments:
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
so sad
tear. stop killing your cats.
PS, i am not a fan of music playing automatically on blogs, it upsets the music i already have playing in the background.
cat killers...no so sad that was my favorite too
Did you run the cats over?
No. They cross the road to go the neighbors, and the neighbor's cat also does the same. Three were hit while crossing it. Since we are out in the country it is a 50mph road. The fourth one got up in my engine and when I started the car, it didn't make it. I cried with that one because Jake was in Utah and I had to bury it. I always look under the car when I go though. Don't even ask what happened with the goats though.
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