Reply #6: In 1984 a beautiful orange tabby who was part of my cat Willie's cat pack [View All]

(he collected cats in the neighborhood and they wandered around together four and five at a time, it was a site to see, he was hit by a car in that neighborhood) decided one day to stay at out house and never left. He was not the smartest cat who ever lived with us, but he was one of the sweetest. He and our huge black and white male who we had thought was a female (Tabatha) became inseparable friends for a decade. We named him Fletcher for no reason it just seemed right. In 1994 we had bought a new house and were preparing to move. In the couple of weeks prior to moving, Fletch became very listless. We had a GREAT vet, and he could find nothing wrong in spite of tests and x rays. We had no idea what was wrong. Tabby did his best to try and keep him company, but all Fletch wanted to do was lay on the kitchen floor.


The day came to move out of our old home, and as was tradition, the last to go were the bebbins. We had six at the time, so moving wasn't easy. We moved to the new home without incident, and Fletch perked up a lot in the next few days. The first Saturday after we had moved in we were enjoying a welcome to the neighborhood party when my beloved ex picked up Fletcher and rushed outside. I followed her and saw she was crying loudly. Fletcher passed in her arms that day. I think he wanted to wait till he got home. We buried him under the pine in the back yard Sunday morning. My beloved ex loved him dearly, and his passing hurt her a lot. And me, as do the passing of all my babies.

I remember him fondly to this day.

I haven't had an orange tabby since.

Thanks for reading.

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