Ave Atque Vale

I had a Native American spirit dream about the cat:

I walked in to the dining room in the old house, and she was on the table, all dusty and smelling like straw, but purring madly as I began petting her. She lightly jumped off onto the floor and playfully hid behind some boxes beneath the white shelves, batting my fingers with her claws out.

I think it was her way of saying goodbye.

Rest In Peace

Squeaky Spots Lush
"Kitty" aka "The Cat"
1989--2006