Baby would come in my room and look out the
window… I’d made a place for him to lay and look
Baby was a rescue cat and didn’t warm up
to people, but tolerated the family. It was
many years and a severe illness until he would let
anyone hold him or pet him. I loved to watch him
as he was the first cat I ever really got to know.
He kept me company after i had back surgery
…quiet and watchful.
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