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As I previously have mentioned, I’ve had cats ever since I was five and a half years old. I’m now 53 and could never imagine life without my “babies” and yes, like many pet owners, think of my “furbabies” as my children. I now only have two cats, Pyewacket and Kissy, but it’s so comforting to know I have them. Over the summer, I had gotten a nice new bed with a bookcase headboard, and heaven forbid I actually put books in them as they have taken that spot over as their own. I love how the two hop on my bed when it’s time for me to go to sleep and will cuddle up right next to me, keeping me warm on cold winter’s nights. Who needs a comforter when they keep me warm? Pyewacket often sleeps and cuddles up right next to me, so heaven forbid I move. What’s really great, is that when I start rustling and waking up, Pyewacket will often gently pat his one paw on my face as if to say, “Okay mom, time to get up and feed us.”

What’s really amazing about pets in general, and I think anyone who has had pets, is how unique each pet is, that is each one has their own personality and no two can ever be exactly alike. For instance, my first cat Babette of whom was given to me as a present for Christmas back in 1961. Truth be told, Babette wasn’t exactly a cuddly, friendly type of cat, and if my grandmother, mother and I were to judge feline personality based on Babette’s personality we may never have gotten another cat. Ah, but that was to change when some years later another cat was to come into our lives, a grey tabby cat that was to be named Friskey. Friskey was totally opposite of Babette, friendly, outgoing, cuddly, a real teddy bear of a lovable cat. As unfriendly as Babette was however, it was indeed a sad day when many years later she passed on in 1977. She had been with me all through my elementary school years, junior high, high school and even college. I include a picture of Babette, and in my next entry I’ll talk more about Friskey.

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