A few posts back I wrote about my grandmother's cat, Maggie, and how I had named one of my own cats after her.
I found these pics of her in a box I was going through and thought I'd share.
This is what she looked like the day I brought her home in 1992.
Twelve weeks old and full of mischief.
She always looked surprised.
This photo brought back such precious memories of her. She loved to be held while you danced around the room. She would hold on tight, close her eyes and purr. lol
She was such a darling cat and lived 'til age eighteen.
Snow, snow and more snow...
She is always waiting for the Pileated Woodpecker to return.
We had one of those large birds visit a year or so back and she almost 'had a bird' when it flew in and landed outside the window. They stand about 2 ft. tall.
These birds spend their time in dead trees and there are plenty of those right across the road from us.
We are snowed in this morning.
And, it's still snowing.
:-(
I need a second cup of coffee.
Stay warm.
Deb