In Memory of Missy
When I was 6 years old, my parents received a phonecall from one of our neighbors asking if we wanted 2 cats. Some woman had thrown a plastic carrier with 2 kittens out of her moving car into the street outside of their house. My parents ended up taking one of the kittens, and my uncle took the other. Missy was small, orange, and had a kinked tail... her brother was grey and had no tail... we thought that they were abused when they were younger.
We ended up naming her Mischief... as a kitten, she would get herself into a lot of trouble... clawing things up, and racing through our house. We called her Missy for short.
RIP Missy. I just found out that she died, from my mom on the phone tonight. She was 15 years old.
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