Sissy-Head

Not a snuggle muffin we found her in the barn on a cushion covered in pests. But she was one cute little kitty and from that day forward she became the princess of the palace. Feral, she was hard to love for some time but as a great huntress she was bound to come up short at did just that at one point. Some varment of other tried to take the best of her back leg and I rushed her to the vet both of us shaking like leaves as they think about blowing off the trees in fall. I showered her with expressions of grief and love as we drove and when I came back to retrieve her a week later she was my pal or life. No one had clearly ever cared so much and she was smart enough to know. I left her on the farm because that's where she was ahppiest but I go by to see her often and she is clearly happy to see me when I come. Of course, the first thing she askes for is something to eat but quickly she makes it clear that all I did to make her life better hasn't and never will be forgotten.