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I want to thank you guys for the support you gave me in my post about Lizzie. She was a special cat, a brown tabby with a white chin who decided one day she was going to live with me. She'd been hanging around my porch angling to get in & one day, she ran right by me & went straight for the food. And this was when she was about 2 or 3 months old. I had another kitten already about the same age (Nellie) & they are where I got the "DG" in my name (dos gatos).
Lizzie was not only a great cat, she was an excellent "tutor" (putting her tail right over the particular paragraph I needed to read or putting her butt on the notes I needed to study), a great "inspector" (jumping in & out of boxes that I needed to pack whenever we moved), and a good computer cat (I've had 3 computers since law school, but I think she liked the old PacBell one best since the monitor was huge & flat so she could lie on it &, yes, put her tail over the screen just over something I was looking at or reading. With my brand spanking new one, though she could lie behind the monitor & I could pet her, which she liked to do a lot). But most of all, she would let me pick her up so she could hang on my shoulder...you know how most cats push away from your shoulder, she flung herself over it & would just purr & purr & purr. Another weird thing about Lizzie was that she was fascinated by dogs. :shrug: She loved to jump on & sleep in the highest spot in any room, no matter how difficult or impossible it seemed to get there, she managed it.
If I could figure out a way to scan & post a pic of her, I would, but in your minds' eye, picture a brown tabby cat, with large ears, a white chin & what appears to be a permanent smile on her face (that's how I knew it was the end, her smile was gone), who sits very lady like, with her front paws crossed. BTW, she died with a smile on her face & her paws crossed. I think that's what tore me up the most.
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