I once dated a guy named Fred. He wouldn't leave either! I had to call my brothers to escort him to the street.
Dan,
That was his way of saying "see ya later". I still feel Kit landing on the foot of my bed. And Dumb-Kitty, still chases Kit through the house. I loved Kit, he was a huge (solid muscle) 20 lb-er. One of those special cats that is just way too intelligent for his own good. He loved to play mind games like suddenly turn and stare right above your head. Naturally we would look up thinking to see some spider dropping from the ceiling only to find nothing there. You look back at the cat and he has this smug look on his face. He always knew if you were sad, or sick. He would lay on my chest when I was sick. I never new if he was trying to keep the sickness away or smother me.
He was only 8 years old when we came home one afternoon to find that he had suffered a heart attack. My poor husband didn't know what to do with me. It was the only time in my life I ever became hysterical.
Funny how the furries latch onto your heart, eh?
DL
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DL
?Whatever else history may say about me when I?m gone, I hope it will record that I appealed to your best hopes, not your worst fears; to your confidence rather than your doubts. My dream is that you will travel the road ahead with liberty?s lamp guiding your steps and opportunity?s arm steadying your way.?
President Ronald Reagan
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