Memories of Baby Blue
Beautiful Baby Blue
I am still mourning the loss of my best friend. She was a stray kitten that was found in the parking lot of the school where I teach Science.
She was the most beautiful cat, with dark blue and silver markings, and I think she may have been part Maine Coon.
Her huge plume of silver tail fluff was in constant motion, and she would keep time with my silly songs by flapping her tail in time to the beat.
I have never owned a cat that was so intelligent, she seemed to read my thoughts. This picture was taken after she had escaped the safety of our six-foot wood fence, and had galloped back in with that gorgeous tail curved up and over to one side as if to say "Ha--you are too slow to catch me!"
This scene was repeated many times, despite my warnings of "That is a No No--you will have to go back in the house!" I have so many memories from the past twelve years with her, that it is hard to go through even one hour without missing her terribly.
My thoughts have filled so many pages that I knew the text would be too lengthy to submit. Even though I have several other cats to care for in my household, I will love her and miss her forever.