Hello
I have joined because I need advice so I will say a quick hello here.
I was a latecomer to cats. My mum hates cats so much (calls them rats) that I grew up believing I too hated them. When I was in my early 30's I helped a friend out in a crisis and looked after her 2 siamese for 2 months. I was hooked. As a thank you, she gave me 2 kittens, Alex and Priscilla (it was supposed to be Elvis but he really didnt look the part, being pure white!)
I went to live in the USA and they came with me. I found a stray kitten stuck in a storm drain on Santa Monica Boulevard so we now had Monica. We then went to live in New Mexico where our landlord left an unwanted kitten to die and we took her as well. Alex died (hit by a car) aged 7. The other 3 came back to the UK, spent 6 months in quarantine and Priscilla died aged 10.
Monica went blind last year but was as sweet as ever and didnt suffer in anyway but last summer she started breathing strangly and the vet wanted to operate but we decided not to put her through it. She went to sleep in my arms, aged 17. That now leaves us with Minnie.
Kim
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