Friday, November 12, 2010

Sometimes . . .

 . . . they manage to get along.

That's Jazz (on top of the headboard) and Blackwell (just below) enjoying a bit of cat nappage the other day.  Usually when they're awake they just can not seem to get this close together without problems arising.

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Sadly news came from the BRD this morning that she had to take her cat, Sheba, to the vet to be euthanized.  Kidney failure.  Just a few days ago Sheba, the mighty hunter, had caught a bluejay.  It seems to happen fast with cats.

Jet and Lily remain. 

As does Wrigley, the dog.


Friko said...

It is so sad when pets have to die. I hate it. Absolutely. I cry for weeks afterwards when I see the empty space where they were.

Catalyst said...

I know exactly what you mean.

Steve said...

If I looked at them as a pet, I wouldn't feel so bad. But when you see them as a pal, that's different.