Preylor: King of Abandoned Cats... He's had his wings since February of 2004 and now soars above ripe fields of catnip and feeds on fresh tuna from golden bowls.
Gretchen Pearl, came in June of 2004. As a kitten, literally dropped in my lap as I recoverd from bilateral masectomies.
Rosendo, whom we called Rosy, came to us at the end of summer from a feral colony at a friends farm, just as it started to get cold and rainy at night. He was about five weeks old. He died four days later. He had a cold he couldn't shake and was too frail to fight it. We loved him anyway.
The graphic of Rosy at the foot of the Rainbow Bridge was created by my friend TL. He died October 2, 2009, one day before my birthday.
Sophie came to us via a friend, two weeks after Rosy died. She was 12 weeks old then. She's a fetcher and a bringer. We call her bouceyTigger in the daytime and Silver Bullet at night.
