With melancholy, I record the passing of Clyde. She kept to herself when outsiders --- meaning everyone but her mistress and master -- were around, so I knew her only as Mencken knew Coolidge. "...no ideas and ... not a nuisance."
She lived a fullness of cat years in a loving home.
2 comments:
Aww, man. I'm sorry to hear that.
tweaker
Condolences, young lady.
Regards.
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