“He will kill mice, and he will be kind to babies when he is in the house, just as long as they do not pull his tail too hard. But when he has done that, and between times, and when the moon gets up and night comes, he is the Cat that walks by himself, and all places are alike to him. Then he goes out to the Wet Wild Woods or up the Wet Wild Trees or on the Wet Wild Roofs, waving his wild tail and walking by his wild lone.” R.K.
Casper, when I opened the front door that hot summer evening and there was that little white boy kitty walking across the front porch, just like he already owned the place and knew exactly where he was going, and all of the other kitty’s who already lived there were lined up like they were making a path for you …. I knew you were someone special. You were beautiful with your gleaming short white hair and tail so long that you could touch the top of your head with it!!! It was like the handle to a pocketbook! And daddy’s sorry that he tried to wash your little dirty spot off of your head, we didn’t realize it was part of you at the time. We miss you terribly but know that you are with all of your cat brothers and sisters that got to go home before you. When it’s feeding time in heaven and Heavenly Father is coming with the cat food, be sure to walk looking back at him and his feet to make sure that he’s coming and I know he’ll sit there and watch you eat and tell you that it’s OK for you to keep eating. Grandmommy says hello and she loves you. Daddy and I too and we will see you again.
We will love you always.
| Casper |
| Apr 2012 |
| Mary and Clarence Benton |