This is Cary. aka Cary-cat and Scaredy Cary.
Isnt he beautiful? I love this picture of him.
He was found as a tiny kitten by my sister's neighbors almost two years ago.
His name is Cary because the neighbors backyard cat (they have a front yard one too) used to carry Cary around .
He came to live at my mom and dad's and became one of my dad's babies.
He also became the bain of their other cat Jasmine's (Jazzy-girl) life.
After all she is the queen.
Cary was coming into his own.
He had even recently beat up the neighbors cat instead of being beat up himself. He was no longer quite so Scaredy Cary. He even started to pose like Jasmine.
Well some one ran over Cary Friday and killed him.
He was so sweet, going through those terrible wild twos and chasing squirrels every where. I think the worse thing is that the person did not even stop and call my parents to tell them. Just hit him and left. My parents live in a nice neighborhood and this happened a couple houses down. How could someone do that? Thanks for letting me share Cary with you. Im tearing up as I write this. I want to leave you with a cute little video of Cary-kitty.
New Cary kitty meeting the family.
|My own kitty angel-Opus whose grave Cary was buried near.|