I can remember the day in 1974 so clearly. Some kids were walking down our block with a box of kittens to give away. We lived in an apartment and weren’t allowed to animals, but I really wanted this little tabby kitten. I brought him in the house and put him in the bathtub (empty of course) until my parents came home. They told me we couldn’t keep him. After crying, I brought him down the street and gave him to a family. I got home and cried some more and my mother fianlly said, “Go ask the landlord if you can have a cat. If she says yes, then go get him.” Here I was, a seven years old girl, crying, begging the landlady if I could have a cat. She gave in and I went and took him back from the family I gave him to!
Fluffy was our family pet, but he was attached to me (and I was to him). He was with me constantly.
Fluffy slept with me nightly, walked him on a leash, told him little girl secrets, later told him my ‘crushes’, sat on my lap as I put make up on, always greeted me with purrs, was in my wedding picture, and layed next to me while pregnent with my first child.
He had gotten so weak and thin and had such a hard time getting around and in 1994 he was put to sleep.
I miss him very much to this day. There will never, ever be another Fluffy.
Missing you and always loving you,
| Fluffy |
| 18, Feb 1994 |
| Felicia |