Mike the Popi Cat
by Laurie Bint
(Idaho Falls,Idaho usa)
He was the sweatest, smartest, most lovable little boy. I was cleaning house one day, shaking the mop outside in the snow. I had been trying for days to get him in out of the weather, all he did was stretch ahead of me and run away. That day he looked in to that nice, warm dry house and said,"I like it here it is so warm and dry. I think I will stay here for awhile.
He was so little we called him Little Fella. It stuck for nine years of pure pleasure. He would cuddle in my vest and get scratched and purr alot. He liked the left side of his face scratched the most. Mike's little eyes would look up at me and show nothing but love.
A little while back he developed a cough, stomatitis, and liver cancer, I found out yesterday that had spread into his lungs to make him cough. When I took him to the vet I was planning on taking him back home feeling better. So he could run and jump up high again. Now he is gone. Oh God.
I miss that little spirit so. The vet said he would come and say hello.. I am waiting for that moment. Now I will go out and feed the ducks and geese and feel better.
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