Two Cats In The Yard

I can't remember what year it was when we brought the silky little kitten home from Mayel's piano teacher's house. So silky soft with four white socks. Little did we know then how quick she would bare a litter of six. She eloped with "Gary," the local stray on a rainy night when she was only nine months old. Mayel served as "Mousie's" midwife. We ended up deciding that we could only part with half the litter. Two brothers and their sister stayed. It would be the brothers that survived the longest at our Garwood home. Holmes, later Holmely and then Kramer... and Frederick, or Fred, named after two previous orange tabbies of the same name.

Fast forward almost two decades later... the "boys" have reached the twilight of their gopher catching and sunbathing lives. Kramer is winding down and I felt his eminent passing. I made him a nice box bed on the entry allowing him a cozy spot.

Michael and I discover his passing on our return home one evening. Meanwhile, Fred has not been his usual self or days. Something is not right for him. Michael realized that he was having a hard time getting off the roof. After checking him out, we realized that he had gone blind.

Here's Kramer looking for his next feast!

Fred catching a few rays of sun...

I can barely remember when we didn't have two cats in the yard. The "boys" rest together in that same yard. I often forget that it is different now. No animals to care for in 42 years. It is taking a little getting used to.

The end of an era... many goats, chickens, bucky the horse, trucker and joan the dogs and so many cats... gandolph, pooper, tootoo, quinn, steely dan, mousie, fred, fred, fred and kramer

Nancy