Casey

Casey was another pound purry that joined us.  A neighbor had found him and could not keep the sick little kitten. I called Mom at work and begged, pleaded and cried.  This little kitten would surely die if we didn't take him.  If Dad wasn't the animal lover he is, Casey wouldn't have made it through the night.  Dad fed the sharp toothed kitten raw hamburger.  After which, Dad's fingers felt like raw hamburger.

As you can see, Casey had some unusual markings.  A white cat with a gray tail, gray spot on his side and a crescent shaped mark around his ear.

Casey once caught a mouse and put it in a 'special' place.  My brothers found it when they went to play with the matchbox cars.  He had hidden it in the box where the cars and tracks were.  It was an exciting moment.

If there was a suitcase out to be packed, Casey was in it.  I'm not sure if he was inspecting the contents or trying to go along on the trip.

 

       

 

 

 

Casey and Charles would both sit on top of the fish tank.  If they were thirsty you could see little pink tongues flicking in the water.  They would sit and watch the fish swim.  Only a few times did we see paws flick in the water.  I think they would rather watch than catch.

Casey went on to entertain us with his antics for 10 years.  He went to the Bridge on January 26, 2002.

 

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