I'm sure the view from heaven beats the hell out of mine here
Today I got some really bad news. One of my oldest kitties at home, Ragamuffin, was run over by a car last week. My mother only just told me. She didn't even get to bury her, as she was on her way out of town for a workshop when she saw her body. Dr. Williams, a family friend who owns a vet clinic down the road, picked her up and buried her in his pet cemetery. I'm still working out whether I'm going to go home relatively soon and pick up one or two of the kittens she left behind, but for now, I'd just like to remember Oscar's trophy wife as the slutty, half-wild sweetheart she was.
She was part of a really big litter from Aurora, the daughter of Kitty, the cat we inherited from the previous owner when we moved into the Beeville house. Rags is the tortie on the far left.
Although she was much younger than Oscar, they were very close (wink wink) and he helped raise her many, many litters.
If you can say one thing about Ragamuffin, she knew how to get a man and keep him.
The best and worst thing about Ragamuffin was that she was perpetually pregnant. Her kitties were adorable though, and Gumby Cat (the tortie baby here) is carrying on her mother's tradition.
That's all, Constant Reader. Ragamuffin, we loved you, Oscar, Mama, and I. Rest in peace, pretty girl.
She was part of a really big litter from Aurora, the daughter of Kitty, the cat we inherited from the previous owner when we moved into the Beeville house. Rags is the tortie on the far left.
Although she was much younger than Oscar, they were very close (wink wink) and he helped raise her many, many litters.
If you can say one thing about Ragamuffin, she knew how to get a man and keep him.
The best and worst thing about Ragamuffin was that she was perpetually pregnant. Her kitties were adorable though, and Gumby Cat (the tortie baby here) is carrying on her mother's tradition.
That's all, Constant Reader. Ragamuffin, we loved you, Oscar, Mama, and I. Rest in peace, pretty girl.