His name for now is Truffle. I met him this morning and I have been really wanting another cat. If you didn’t know, I had to put my very spoiled cat named Fuzzy Michael Jackson, Fuzz for short, with a LOT of nicknames, to sleep when he got cancer of the liver. It almost killed me and my daughter, Angela. But I have one problem. I promised my husband no more pets after Fuzzy crossed that rainbow bridge on May 24th, 2023. I dream about him, and swear he’s still at the foot of the bed on my side. Fuzzy loved my husband, too. I’m pretty sure Jim loved him, but Jim has this thing about animals and their dander.
The problem is, I’ve always had a pet or many pets. Especially growing up out in the country. It’s a real dilemma, but… I am in need of a fur baby. This sweet kitty came in with Robyn Mays of Voice for Companion Animals. She just had to show me this fluffer. He was scared, but climbed up on my shoulder. Can I ask you to pray my husband approves this adoption? I have so much love and a good home for this baby mitten. I would change his name to Duke. (John Wayne)