Lucky was a tiny kitten when he somehow found his way into may sister’s tall SUV. She had a cat with kittens already and asked if I’d take him. I did. He was my best friend. That was the year that I suffered from clinical depression. It was like a rug was pulled out from under my life and a black net settled in on me. Lucky helped me get through it. I called him my “happy pill.”
Luckmeister the flyster –I used to call him because he could catch a fly like nobody’s business.
He disappeared in June 2001 (the day before he was to be neutuered, by the way) and I have no idea what became of him.
Wherever you are Lucky, I am thinking of you and I love you SO much.
THANK YOU
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| Becky Warner |