Author: annie

Tabby was extremely small when she was brought to my door. She grew fast and strong. Although not the friendliest cat toward other people, she and I were best pals. She loved to torment my minpin, but they both slept with me in my bed at night. She was demanding in the morning for breakfast and otherwise she would perch on the back of a chair to look out the window.

She had many toys but played with rolled up paper the most. It was recommended to me to have her declawed, so foolishly I did. She died five days later. No one ever told me why. I will always miss her, and feel responsible for this.

I hope she is at peace and playing with new toys in heaven. I love you Tabby and you will never be forgotten.