My mom Cleo says I was the first of her litter to open my eyes. At first I would hiss and spit at this big, furless funny-looking cat that Mom said was a human called Cathy. But that didn't last long, since she gave us lots of food and affection as we grew. Besides, I was just protecting my mom, and I'm told I was ever so cute.
Life was good, for awhile, in a nice house with a screened-in porch from which we could watch the world. Illness entered the Conrad family though, and Cathy lost her family. This cancer thing should really be outlawed or something.
Before you knew it, Cathy had us packed up and moved to Atlanta. "More jobs there," she said. She's still working to afford a home of our own and those solid gold litter pans with filigreed edges she keeps promising us one day.
IN MEMORY
April 23, 1993-Aug. 14, 2006
There's a new kitty angel in Heaven now. Venus is now with his Mommy Cleo, released from the pain and suffering he was in from his IBD.
