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| my Special Little Guy |
*human years
Billy loved to eat cheese and things that tasted like cheese, like Macaroni & Cheese and Cheez-Its. He could play fetch for a while, but only with Dad and only with the little green Statue of Liberty eraser from our 1995 holiday on the east coast. He was missing a piece from his right ear from when he had to share a cardboard box with Henry on the way to the vet once. He never let any mouse parts go to waste.
I would like to think that Billy enjoyed his little life as much as I did.
I quibble with the phrase "cut short". B had a very long feline life and he lived very well. Chicken guts, lizard chasing, and beating up the wimpier cat in the group. He was a contented cat. He was a good boy. Love you Billy.
ReplyDeleteHence the asterisks w/footnote, of course. He made it a long way from humble beginnings as an apparent drowned rat in a pound cage, eh? Is that how dad came to calling him after the cartoon character *ack-ack*? His remains one of the (if not THE) most quickly decided cat names in our family's feline-adopting history, I believe...
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