“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.” Rudyard Kipling
Lee- you were a special cat. When we got you and your sister we knew that we had to give you special names so you became Annabelle and Lee as in the Edgar Allan Poe poem. You were so simple and sweet and you grew to be a big kitty while little Annabelle still looks like a year old kitty. Remember how you used to jump up beside of your daddy or me and just fall over on us like “oh, I just can’t stand up any longer.” You were a fun cat to play with outside too, running after us and jumping around like a dog. Are you sure you were all cat and not a catdog? I really wish you were still with us and your sister misses you to. She is a little thing but boy she has a big meowth ;). We will see you again, Lee. I know Heavenly Father enjoys the way you fall against him whenever he’s petting you …. you know he’s a great guy. Thanks for being our special Lee.
We will love you always.
| Lee |
| Feb 2011 |
| Mary and Clarence Benton |