Tamara,
It's nice to hear you relaying fun memories of your darling Quintapus.
You should write some of these down, he was a special man, it would be
wonderful to share how special he was with others. Hey, maybe a
children's book, I bet kids and the parents would get such a kick out of
his antics! (Gloria was just talking about a kid's book). It would be
a wonderful legacy to help educate the worth of our Felv darlings to
those who still think it's appropriate to euthanise them when
diagnosed. Do you have any artist friends who could draw the pictures?
Think about it, okay?
Nina
tamara stickler wrote:
NOPE, he was just a plain ol' little med-haired black and white who
was absolutely certain that he was a pure bred! His father was a big
old black (burmese mix) farm cat...his mom a tortie feral. (he passed
this last March) He would sit on the edge of the tub each night and
play in the water, dip his (monkey) tail in...curl it back up and
shoot the water across the room at his his sisters (looked like one of
those paper party favors that you blow on to unravel)...and of course
EVERY spicot in the house was his very own drinking fountain.
:-)
