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Misty
Misty was about six months old when we
got her. It was only a short while since
Biggs had run away and The Snail was
getting lonesome for another little friend
so we started looking around for a kitten;
he wanted to find a female this time.
Somehow, somewhere, one of us stumbled
across an ad that a pet store in a
neighboring town was having a free
adoption day of some rescue cats and we
figured it was just the right thing for us.
Misty and The Snai l bonded immediately.
When he first took her into his arms, Misty
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snuggled into him and started purring away.
He held her the whole way home.
She always wanted to be with him and
would total ly ignore, in fact, avoid me; she
didn’t even want me to pet her because all
her devotion belonged to her “daddy” (I ’m
Grandpa… yeah, I know, corny cat-people).
When The Snail would be lying on his bed
on his stomach playing one of his computer
games, tiny Misty would cl imb up on him and
curl up in the small of his back where she’d
purr her little heart out and knead his back
while The Snail moaned, “Misty, your love
hurts!”
When The Snail was hospital ized for a
few weeks due to diabetic complications,
Misty got so lonely for him that she started
coming to me for comfort and now,
whenever he’s asleep, she comes to me to
ease her lonel iness for her daddy.
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Bag Lady
We keep pi les of grocery bags around the
apartment because Misty loves to nap on
them. Maybe it reminds our little bush cat
of a pile of leaves.