Romeo was the best cat ever...until I got pregnant. Then he started to pee on my bed, my couch, my clothes, etc. He was so cool though before that because I would just pat my chest and he would jump into my arms. He wanted nothing else but to be with me. He used to wrap himself around the back of my neck and sleep there when I would sit down to watch TV or read. I miss him every day and hope he is still alive and making someone else happy. He had to go to the Humane Society and I cried so hard when I dropped him off that I could barely drive home.
Romeo, Moonshine, and Daisy
Romeo, Moonshine, and Daisy
This was Misty. She died last year at the age of 17. We got her when I was probably about 10 years old (duh, 27-17=10 right?)
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