April 15th 2008 8:27 am
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Honey, you were already born when I went with Mama to the vet to be let go of my pain and sickness. Mama didn't know about you then cuz your guardian didn't want to tell her about kittens when she knew I was so sick.

After I was whisked away to the Rainbow Bridge, Mama got rid of my old stuff, my scratched to pieces condo, my yucky litter box and my very hairy bed. Of course, she saved my stuffed white cat, my many mice, and my pictures. Mama mourned and missed me, even though she knew she did the best for me.

Then somebody told her Sherry, the woman upstairs, might know about some kittens. Mama went up there and asked Sherry. She said sure, "Gina and Harvey had seven kittens on Easter. There's one left. She's hiding under the couch now, but if you come back tomorrow she'll be out."

Mama went back the next day and there you were, scabby eyes, runny nose and a little copy of your DaddyCat Harvey. Mama scooped you up, cuddled you and asked Sherry, "May I have her?" Sherry was glad Mama wanted you cuz then all the kittens would have gone to good homes. Mama wrapped you in her t-shirt so you wouldn't jump away and took you home to stay. She named you Honey.