my furchildren

I realised that I talk too much about Elsie, the ginger tabby not pictured, and far too little about poor Dixie who has to put up with the younger cat. I’ve had Dixie since June of 1998 when we got her as a kitten. She wasn’t very social and only let my Dad and myself pet her. But that all changed in 2006 when we had to put down Mokey, our first cat, because of cancer and liver failure. I hate how we only have a short amount of time with loyal companions like cats and dogs.