Chip relaxes amidst some of his toys.
Chip has the best toys. They're great. Totally fantastic. Tremendous toys. It's true.
I missed an anniversary last month. Just after New Years Day of 1997 was when George came home with me. He was all of 4½ months old. It was an interesting match, for I had never had a cat in my life and George, who had been bottle-fed and hand-reared, didn't know much about being a cat. I've told the beef story before.
Almost five years since he passed.
Saturday, February 4, 2017
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Dont think you are the only one.
I miss Schmoo, and Smokey, and Kaira and Lucky. Painfully, sometimes.
And some of them have been gone 30 years.
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