Nicky was crying from the top of a very high tree as a young cat but he was older than a kitten. My dad got a ladder and saved him and then my mom fed him. He decided to stick around and be our outdoor cat, hunting in the woods and bringing us “presents” often. As he aged he started coming inside the house to get food and spend more time with us. When it got cold he only wanted to use a litter box and stayed inside much longer. He was a very sweet, comfortable cat that I end up comparing every other cat to. He was the best cat anyone
could ever have.
Love you Nick Nick,
| Nicky |
| Regina |