We have two cats. The first one we got from the pound after they pulled her, her Mother and brother out of a bag in a Wal Mart dumpster. She was the only one who survived. Now she is at death's door with cancer, and may have to be put down tomorrow. She is a good cat, and deserves better, but has lymphoma and the diagnosis is grim.
Alli is the secon one, and we got her as a kitten when Lexi was about ten months old, as Lexi was bitchy, and we thought it would help. It did not.
They are about 8 years and 7 years old now. We will miss Lexi, she is a great friend.
A bad day at the range is better then a good day on the job!
Last edited by Daoust_Nat; 10-17-2013 at 11:31 PM.