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Created on: September 22, 2011
Some say I am an omen, but personally I don’t think I am all that scary. In fact, I will let you in on a little secret. I can sense omens or death, I should say and I act accordingly. But before we get to that, let me tell you a little bit more about yours truly.
I was never a lap cat, always preferring to roam looking for insects to catch or curl up under the sink when she left the cabinet doors open. She being my owner, Lucille, a lovely lady who rounded eighty-five or was it eighty-six this year. Well either way, my elderly owner lived in a retirement home but she remained quite mobile for her age. Well mobile enough to have caught me and given me a firm tapping on the backside when I scratched up her arm chair. I didn’t mean any harm; it just felt so good on my claws so I got a little carried away.
Anyway, like I said I’m not the biggest fan of cuddling, but that never stopped my owner from calling out my name Snow Ball, even though I happen to be a solid black cat. I think it is supposed to be a pun on words like nicknaming someone who is 6 feet tall Shorty. I mean, I guess it’s a pun, I don’t really understand humans. Or maybe she is color blind or something. Oh well it’s not really important.
Back to the story, Lucille would always call out my name hoping for cuddle time. For the most part I would ignore the request, though from time to time I would oblige. I do enjoy a nice belly rub.
Tonight though I couldn’t refuse Lucille’s request, we both knew the time had come. I saw the white shadow standing behind Lucille. It was a peaceful shadow and I could tell Lucille felt it too. She smiled at me and petted me for as long as she could. There was nothing but silence and then she peacefully drifted off to her eternal slumber. Now I wait for the nightly staff to come in to check on Lucille for dinner. Then who really knows, but I do hope that my next owner is as sweet as Lucille was.
Rest In Peace My Dear Lucille.
Your Black Cat Forever,
Snow Ball
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