She had been with me seventeen years. She laid by me as I wept through the deaths of my parents her paw softly touching my arm. She was there when I paced the floors night after night, waiting, waiting for the phone to ring, hoping for it not to ring.
She would greet me everyday yelling to refresh her food and water. She would run to lick the water off my legs or anyone else after they showered . She loved the Christmas tree and laying under it. Even after the dogs no longer let the cats downstairs, she knew when they were outside and would lay under the tree, drink their water and sit on their beds.
She was friendly and came to every OM and Cub Scout meeting and would find the person who cared for cats the least and jump in their lap. We would find her in the sink or on the cool tile of the bathroom floor. She spent more time sleeping as the enemy of time drew her close.
I miss seeing her. I think I still see her black fluffy tail, a dark blur around a corner. I know she no longer had a fluffy coat, and but one good eye, but she was as wonderful and noble a cat as could be, my dear, dear, Stimpy
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This is very nice. Oh Stimpster-remember when you would panic, because you couldn't find her. You would cry and scream and tell me she was probably dead in the highway. Then we would find her hiding in my dresser drawer. I will miss her dearly.
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