To most people, “Pita” would be just another ordinary barn cat turned house cat, but to those of us who loved him, he was so much more. He was not content to be a lap cat. No way. He had to be in your face at all times, and more often than not he was in your arms. He loved to share, whether it was your newspaper, your lunch, or your favorite spot on the couch. Sure he was a little overbearing, but this was one reason that he was loved so much and
why he will be sadly missed.
Pita, on the other side of the Rainbow Bridge, there is no more sickness, no more pain. Midget, Star, and all of your other friends that have gone before you are waiting for you to come and play with them. One day, we’ll join you on that other side. We love you.
|26, May 2003|
|Lisa Kalp and Frank Johnson-Kalp|