My mother lost one of her cats over the weekend. Bud (Buford Ewing Davis- named for a beloved John Travolta character from Urban Cowboy) was 12 years old and seems to have passed peacefully in his sleep. He was a sweet special kitty. He didn’t particularly like anyone other than mother, but he had his moments. I saw him last week, and although he wasn’t getting around as good as he used to, he looked well and I’m glad I had a chance to see him and pat his head. He was SO soft. And SO mean misunderstood. He will be missed dearly.
Bud at Christmas (Bad photo- he never let me get too close, it made him uncomfortable.)
Bud leaves behind his beloved cat, Steve. (Bud was Mom’s cat, Steve was Bud’s cat.) Steve is missing him lots.
By the way, how DO you tell if a cat is depressed? They sleep all the time anyways.
On a happier note, and since I have no knitting content of my own (I’ve been busy) Here is a picture of my Mom’s first felted bag- the clutch from One Skein (yeah, I know, we love that book a little excessively.)
Didn’t she do a lovely job?
