Twenty years ago, Alex and I had a cat nicknamed 'Pimp Daddy.' He was black and white and had a paralyzed tail. Some incident happened while he was out rolling in the city and he got his tail paralyzed. About a year later, he ended up getting Feline Leukemia. I had him put down on a weekend where Alex was out with his cousins so I didn't have him witness the whole thing. About a week later, a neighborhood kid named James came by with a little orange kitten. See, Pimp Daddy rolled with James' cat named Miss Kitty and Miss Kitty had kittens. He though I'd like a new Kitty. About a year later, a stray cat from the neighborhood dropped off two kittens on my doorstep. We kept one, gave one away. Vicky was our girl. As you see, Tigger and Vicky were best buds. They'd be together all the time, snuggled up with each other...they were inseparable. Two years ago, Vicky was sent to the great beyond when she got oral cancer. She was a good girl...
there lives a woman with knitting needles of fire.