Pinto, Treecat, Mamas, Meow Meow, Meangirl.
No matter what name you were called
you were our baby girl.
You brought us mice and grasshoppers
as a gift of your love,
and we returned it with giving you chin scratches, stretches, and plenty of hugs.
We witnessed your babies being born and growing up to be healthy and strong. So you have nothing to worry about cause they are inside
where they belong.
My Tree cat, We’ll miss you,
your loving call to us at the back door.
My Pinto we love you,
and will remember you for evermore.
With all our love,
| Pinto |
| 27, Aug 2007 |
| Rosa Limon |