near the end of September, my cat Fiona ran away. After a few weeks of searching, we found out she was hit by a car. Many tears were shed and we preformed a small funeral for her in our backyard.
Soon afterward, we heard a rustling in our bushes and found a small gray kitten, who my daughter fell immediately in love with. She brought the kitten to her room and fed her a can of tuna.
Now, the two are snuggling every night, and Grace, the new kitty, is even able to get along somewhat with my other cat, Valentine.
It’s a bittersweet solution, but times are good now. Fiona will not be forgotten, neither will Grace be rejected.
I love Figaro’s costume!