My Thoughts On A Couple Of Furry Little Things

I love animals, I always have (monkeys don't count as animals in my book, so we are definitely not talking about those disgusting mutant creatures).  My parents have picture after picture of me with one of my animals.  Unfortunately the more I love them, the harder it makes days like Friday.

 

Friday we had to put down my Sweet kitty Moe Toes. He was 17 years old. The poor boy has had a hard couple of months. He lost a lot of his hair and looked so crazy that my nieces called him zombie cat

 

 

Then soon after he went completely blind and the poor old guy could hardly walk, his legs were so sore. That is when my parents and I decided it was time. Boy, does my heart hurt. He was such a good cat. He would jump into my arms on command and then he would wrap his arms around my neck making it look like he was giving my a big hug. When I would walk a block to my horse, Momies would follow me all the way to the pasture and hang out while I rode.

Moes was a cat that everyone noticed. It might have been because he had one blue eye and one green eye and he had extra toes on his front paws. Hence the name 'Moe Toes'

 

 

I also lost my other kitty, Blue this last summer

 

 

I guess it was a bad year to be one of my cats.

Blue was such a lovable cat. She would follow me around. She didn't have a mean bone in her body. Chris surprised me with her 8 years ago. She was such a pretty cat. 

 

 

She once had a surprise kitten. Which was curious because she was an inside cat and would go outside for 2 seconds and then get scared and run back in. I guess 2 seconds is long enough. 

 

 

I think Alaska will miss her too

 

 

Man I loved those kitty cats. Funny how much my heart hurts over those furry little things