Cassidy Garcia

This here is Cassidy Garcia. Cassidy was brought into out home 08-27-95. He is definatly a mama's boy. He's also one of those cat's that likes to think that he is a big macho man, but he's really a big scaredy cat. Whenever there is a storm outside, he has to have his lace blankie over him to protect him from the big bad thunder. I also think that he has some kind of chemical imbalance, because every now and then, he will just freak out and start to attack to first thing that moves. Thankfully, he stopped attacking people, and just attacks his brother Charlie now. But, luckily Charlie can hold his own. That's also where the lace blankie comes in, its used as a time out blanket, and seems to work rather well with calming him down. When Cassidy is good, he's a really good kitty. He gets along very well with the ferrets, and plays ever so gently with them. He also likes to think that he is our two youngest cats mom. He follows them around and licks and cleans them all the time. And he loves taking naps with them, and always demands to be fed the same time every day. I love ya Cass.

I have seen where the wolf has slept by the silver stream. I can tell by the mark he left, you were in his dream. Ah child of countless trees, Ah child of boundless seas, What you are, what you're meant to be, Speaks his name, though you were born to me. Born to me, Cassidy. Lost now on the country miles on his Cadillac, I can tell by the way you smile, he is rolling back. Come wash the night-time clean, Come grow the scorched ground green. Blow the horn, tap the tambourine, Close the gap of the dark years in between. You and me, Cassidy Quick beats in an icy heart, Catch colt draws a coffin cart, There he goes and now here she starts, Hear her cry. Flight of the seabirds, Scattered like lost words, Wheel to the storm and fly. Faring thee well now, Let your life proceed by its own designs. Nothing to tell now, Let the words be yours, I'm done with mine.
Words and Music By:John Barlow and Bob Weir