Wednesday would have been Rocky's sixteenth birthday. I was looking through old photos, trying to pick out some good ones to put with his ashes, when I came across some from when I first brought Rocky home. He was six weeks old when I picked him out of his litter of strays, and I had to wait a couple of weeks until he was fully weaned before I could bring him home. Until looking at those old photos, I had forgotten how impossibly tiny he was back then. Just a little ball of fluff.
What a cutie! (The cat, not that horrible chair.)
What a cutie! (The cat, not that horrible chair.)
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nagor, I just deleted your comment. I don't mean to be rude, but I tried clicking those links and they sent me immediately into some weird anti-virus program that I did not ask to run. Don't do that again, 'kay?
rocky, I started getting them on my blogs which is why I now have to moderate them. You will keep getting them unless you start moderating. Stupid spammers! Don't even click on the link. They are viruses or porn sites.
Thanks for the advice, Kerri!
Oh, baby Rocky was sooooo cute. There is nothing cuter than a kitten.
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