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Warning: very long winded: History. Twelve years ago, I was driving my kids, five and six, to school when I saw two piles of dark gray frozen slush in the middle of our back country road. Slowing down, I saw it was two baby kittens someone had thrown into the road. I stopped the car and scooped up one, but the other one had actually frozen to the road and had to be tenderly teased off of it. I brought the kids to school and brought the two kittens back home to administer care. Both became vibrant within the hour. The next day, the same thing happened, two spots of slush in the road, only this time, only one was alive. It was the week before Christmas and what a Christmas we had. Those three kittens were all over the tree, the kids couldn't have had a better present. In fact no one paid much attention to presents that year, the cats were enough. Everyone was just marveling at those kittens. Two were adopted to VERY good homes. We kept Nola, the littlest one frozen to the road that day. Nola only ate Little Friskies and drank water. IN the worst winter storm, she would only go outside to do her business. She would not play with toys. But she would bring home three dead mice a day. She had a tin of tuna at Christmas, but that she would pick at. She was the matriarch of the house at her 6 pounds, all of the other cats, including the 20 lb. lynx/mix knew she was boss. She was the supreme being in the house, over ruling all four cats and the dog. Well, we haven't seen her since Wednesday. Which is very odd. I went to look for her today, but nothing. She was so onary, she probably dug her own grave. I know she has passed, there is no way she wouldn't have been here by today. Anyway, please give it up for just a great cat...Nola...
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