One of the highlights of my day was to begin with the trip out to feed the cats. Vern would come bounding to greet me with great excitement. It seemed she was leading me to the dish in case I might have forgotten where it was. She would purr and let me scratch her behind the ears. She was our "forever kitten". Her mother was David and Vern was the exact clone of her mother except Vern never grew beyond kitten stage. The other kittens born around the same time as Vern quickly tripled her size.
Cats come and go around here. I never know how many I will have to feed in the morning, but I always knew Vern would be there. One morning about four weeks ago, Vern did not show up for breakfast and I can only hope someone thought she was a kitten and scooped her up to take her to a good home. The other cats seem to sense my lack of enthusiasm for feeding time these days.













