This has been a horrible month. First Holly, now my parents' cat Jimmy.I met Jimmy on our trip through Arizona last year. As you can see from this picture:
Jimmy seemed everlasting. He married into the family when my stepmother and father tied the knot. I could always count on that enormous bundle of orange tabby sacked out on his favorite blankie on the sofa when I went home. There was a time when he got so fat he seemed to be competing with Garfield, but then the new kitten came home and bits of Jimmy just melted away, like winding a clock back to the days when he was slim, trim, and always ready for a good chase sequence.
Adios, Jimmers
Jimmy was always interested in the humans who were in his house. In the photo he was in his favorite spot - on the couch between his two humans, Dana's parents. Among the cats in that house, Jimmy was the calm one. While one of their other cats seemed fascinated by my shoelaces, Jimmy was the only one who was never shy about hanging out with Dana or me.
We'll miss ya, Jimmy.
2 comments:
He's beautiful. Thank you, my dearest intrepid companion.
You're welcome, my dear. He was a wonderful cat.
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