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“After all, hope is a form of planning. If our hopes weren’t already real within us, we couldn’t even hope them.”Gloria Steinem

Monday, April 19, 2010

good bye peewee

his name was peewee .he was with us 19 people years. he was found by my husband at a job site  just days old .
when his eyes opened and he was cleaned up he stole our hearts.
about ten years ago i got a pair of litter mates  because i though it would be different to have regular cats raised and socialized by their own kind. peewee didn't agree and disappeared for months . turns out he was just next door and he didn't like kittens and returned  when they were months older.
when we moved he held out three weeks in the surrounding woods before returning to the fold. he clearly had ideas and standards.
 he liked NPR radio, tuna , and sunset walks with us and the other cats.

 he had been declining in health the in last year, rarely leaving the deck.
he was last seen walking down a grassy slope 3 mornings ago .
                             "he who must be obeyed" will be missed.