Nine years ago, this little kitty became ours, and our lives have never been the same. We went to the city pound to find us a new white kitty that we could love and spoil, and would love us in return. We had the gal show us many cats, in various cages and stages of wellness, and when she put this one in Lisa FullerKoellers hands, she started to purr, and instantly laid on her head in Lisas palm. Tears of joy were streaming from her eyes and running down her cheeks. The gal said her name was Victoria, and I said perfect, Queen Victoria. The gal reminded me that they, the workers named the dogs and cats, and Victoria was just a name chosen randomly. Well...man howdy, was She wrong! HRH Miss Victoria, Queen of all she purveys, has ruled her empire with an iron paw! We are merely her tenant farmers, and grounds keepers, while she has lounged, and ate bon-bons these many years. She was So sick with kennel cough, covered in ear mites, blurred vision, eyes crossed, and yet worthy to bring into our home. She has wet us. Pottyed on us. Puked on us. Passed gaseousness on us. Shed on us. We have torn up carpet. Lost our favorite places to sit, or lay our head. Done everything possible to make sure that we noticed her. And today is the day we brought her home from the vet, after being checked to make sure that all was well. Your mom and I just love you, and so grateful that you chose us. We are blessed beyond words. Happy birthday Miss V!!! Daddy.
Posted on: Thu, 21 Aug 2014 08:26:31 +0000
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