My kitty loves me. She purrs when I touch her. She nibbles me gently if I touch her tummy. Ouch! I love my kitty, too!
She cleans herself so expertly, I don't have to do it. Lick, lick, lick.
Oops! There goes another furball!
The aroma filtering through the downstairs hall tells me she is done. Time to clean the litterbox!
My kitty has taught me that there is only one thing I love more than her: the dog I had.
I had a dog, her name was "Strudel." She was free, given to us by a friend who loves us.
Strudel had a sister. The t.v. set fell on her and she died. They think Strudel may have suffered a lot of guilt from that accident.
Thats how we got to keep her!
Strudel loved us in many wonderful ways. She loved the carpet, back porch screen, my favorite chair, and lots of other things. Strudel loved all these things to pieces. Thank, you Strudel.
We gave Strudel to someone we loved. We'll miss you, Strudel!