Author: Fluffy’s Mom
Fluffy was born in our backyard. He was the son of Cookie, our cat that adopted us.
He was so fluffy that we thought he was a girl for the first month or more.
Such a “Talker” he was. I miss his “Hello” when coming home. He was my Cuddle-Buddy, especially at night. In the morning, if I did not get up after the alarm rang, he would gently pat my cheek. I miss the comfort of cuddling with him.
Fluffy gave me much Love and Joy during the fourteen years (14) of his live . Such a Tender Spirit He Was.