Requiem for a Foozle

My cat -- not one of the boys, the one who lives with my father -- died this morning.

I'm going to write about her now. If I can find the cable for the camera, I have some photos of her from a few months ago and I'll update this entry accordingly. I've added a photo. I may put more in this gallery. (Thank you, suzimoses, for the copies of other photos.)

( RIP Misty Modderman-Nicoll, 1987?-2006 )

Bast welcome her and carry her to the West.

Dad's going to bury her next to the pond. I told him to plant catnip around the grave for her.

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