| I remember
when I first brought K.C. home. She was barely more than
6 weeks old. She took one look at our elderly cat N.C.,
stiffened her legs, stuck her tiny tail straight up in
the air, arched her back and let out the toughest hiss
she could muster up. N.C. simply looked at the kitten as
if to say, "You've got to be kidding." K.C. was
a bundle of energy as most kittens are, N.C. at 17 years
of age was not as playful as she had once been and her
health was beginning to fail. Yet the two developed a
rather unique friendship. 
As
N.C.'s health failed even more, K.C. took to tending to
N.C.'s needs. This picture was taken shortly before N.C.
passed away. She no longer had the strength to groom
herself properly. Sweet K.C. had decided to do the job
for her. Here she is grooming N.C.'s head.
| There have
always been water bowls available to K.C. but her
preference was to drink from the bathroom faucet. |
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