I don't post here often, but I am very grateful for this site, everyone helped me through the loss of my Tigerpaws. Thank you all. It is wonderful that I can say people I have never met are friends. About a month after Tiger died a little black kitten showed up at the fire station and I took her home, not sure if we would keep her. Then I realized that she came to me because it was her time to be my kitty. We named her Lily after Evangeline Lily on "Lost" because they are survivors. Since she was only 4 weeks she didn't know how to be a cat so we adopted Sasha from the vet to teach her how to be a cat. I then retired from the Fire Dept and returned to school. I was coming home from school one afternoon and noticed a little kitten sitting by the side of the road. I went around the roundabout and saw him sitting by a stop sign. I had to stop. Some jerk had tied him to the sign with kite string and left him!!!! I took him home, again not sure if we would keep him, well we did. We named him Jack because he walked like Capt. Jack Sparrow, but now his official name is Happy Jack, (1. because I a big fan of The Who, and 2. because he is happy I found him.) I thought I would share pictures of the three of them. Lily is the black kitty, Sasha is the tabby and Happy Jack is the tuxedo. While I still miss my Tigerpaws, I know she is happy that I am loving other kitties because she knows that is who I am.
Be Well,
Mark