Everyone hated Psycho and Psycho hated everyone. Everyone but me. I loved him like crazy! And I knew that he loved me. Whatever room in the house I was in, there was Psycho! He slept on my feet at night. He would only drink running water, so he would get his drinks from the sink, right out of the faucet! He would sit beside me at the computer and sleep. He was an indoor cat, but on those few occasions when he would escape, he would always run to this one pine tree and climb straight up. We buried him under that pine tree. He was my constant companion. He was my friend. He is sorely missed.
Until we meet on that Rainbow Bridge,
| Psycho, Jr. |
| 3, Dec 2006 |
| Lisa R. |