Pretty was born in Villas, NJ. The last kitty claimed in the litter, and I found her by chance. I walked into a groomer for my Mom’s dog and there was a basket on the counter with a tiny, black kitten in it. I thought she was the shop’s kitty, and I was fussing over how cute she was. The lady said “take her, she’s the last one” ….and I did! Took her back to Norristown with me and that was 15 years ago. She got her name because she was that Pretty. I kept it simple. Pretty Girl was a Sweet, Loving, Chatty kitty.
Pretty had to be by my side all the time. Showering in the bathroom she is waiting outside tub, in the bedroom dressing or sleeping, in the kitchen cooking or anything, in the basement doing laundry or organizing, watching tv on my lap…no matter where, she was my shadow. She loved to go outside with me when I went to feed the birds. She reminded me, via a nice loud meow, that it was time to feed the birds or HER.
As for My husband, she was his work at home Buddy. She sat next to him at his computer, on the sofa arm, to be close to him while he worked. WE both took her sudden, unexpected passing very hard. Life is just not the same and never will be. She was a sweet presence for a long time. I know her “brother” Bagherra (who is 17), is missing her as well. They were very close for 15 years. WE ALL are suffering a loss of our Baby Girl.
WE LOVE & MISS YOU SO MUCH Pretty Girl. You are very special and will never be forgotten. Rest in Heavens peace until I/we can see you again.