I can't help but smile when I look at this snapshots.
My first cat, whom we named Kit, had the same color. I found her when I was three or four nesting below our stairs. My sister and I are asthmatic, so Mom didn't let us keep her. On on our way to Ormoc, we dropped her somewhere far. I was really sad, but then she found her way back to us. I couldn't believe it! But when my mom found out, we had to leave her again. This time, she didn't find her way back. :-(
Wednesday, November 09, 2011
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