Belated Goodbye.

Not mentioned in my earlier blog post was that Gigi started the year off in one of the worst ways possible, saying goodbye to her cat soulmate Petunia Jane. I do not hesitate to say that Petunia was not only the largest cat this family has ever had, she was also the best. She was friendly to everyone, she never bit or scratched anyone, she'd follow you around like a dog and flop in your lap, all she asked in life was unfettered access to mom at all times, and for you to not try to kiss her about the face (and if you are wondering, who would ever try to kiss a cat around their head or face, THIS IS NOT THE BLOG FOR YOU.)

She had fifteen good years, which was still not really long enough.

The good news is she's now reunited with Rocky, pictured here both in their prime, when my mom had almost forty pounds of cat thundering through her house at any given times. She says she's just keeping the boys, no new kittens for her, so now our family total is down to only five cats.