I have always had a cat in my life from the time I was young. They've been a mix of strays and pure breeds yet in my heart they were always precious. In my adult life, my first real favorite was Winnie the Pooh...we called Pooh or Poohbear. He lived a very long life with me yet it wasn't uneventful. He was huge, proud cat. He had long ,silky gray hair with a white chest and paws. Pooh wasn't a push over either...he weighed in around 22 pounds. I can remember walking him on a leash around the neighborhood....everyone would always mistake him for a dog!!
I can remember taking him to the Vet one Saturday. They had come out to get him and we were sitting in the waiting room. The room was packed that day with lots of pets. All of a sudden, we heard what sounded like a roar!! You couldn't mistake it...it was extremely loud. We all gave each other perplexed glances...it sounded like the roar of a tiger. Just about then, the Vet came walking out carrying Pooh. He was laughing and asked if we heard him? I said "That was Pooh?". He said "Sure was. I had to take his temperature and he definitely didn't like the experience!". With a cat they use a rectal thermometer and till the day he died, he never did like the experience. On that day my Pooh was a tiger. I loved that cat. Pooh was my first "rhinestone" baby. He definitely had a shining personality.
Have an AWESOME day on purpose,
Rhinestone Pepper
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