Take Care Of Those Wings

Harry was my best buddy. I fell in love with him, when he was a kitten. We got him, for someone else, who wanted a kitten. By a quirk of fate, that person changed there mind. He was suppose to go back to the home we got him from, but they had brought in a sick cat, and all there cats were soon sick. He couldn't go back there to die, so he staid with us, and lived. He had a long happy life here. At one time, when he was little, he liked to ride in the car. Mom brought him to the Vocational center a few times, where I took Animal care class. He would ride down the hall on her shoulder. One day a student raised a fuss, because she had a "fox" with her.        Harry also reserved the right to pick my boy friends. One day when I was talking to my boyfriend on the phone, we got disconnected. I looked over at the wall, where the phone was mounted, and there stood Harry with his foot on the cradle for the hand set. He did that a couple of times to that boy, who promptly told me I was lying. Harry was right of course, and I happily stopped seeing the boy.         Harry was my study buddy. He loved to drape himself across my neck while I did homework. His favorite thing was to help me write. He would bat at the pen when it moved. When I used the gold pen that Mom gave me, he would reach down and steal it. That was HIS pen.        In August of 2005, I had to have Harry put down. He was dyeing of cancer, and I could not stand to see him suffer any more. He was 10 years old.

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• #1 Comment from grahamfarmga 
  3/19/06 10:39 PM | Permalink

  I had a cat that followed me like a dog. He was my study buddy too. I have a picture of him sitting on my english book.
  He followed me down the road one day and got run over. I was heart broken. It was Oct 2 1984 funny I still rember that day.
  Terrie