The Phactors have two pet cats who own this house. The older one, a rescue cat, just turned 17 and it was like the meter had run out. She just gradually slid into a gradual decline and she just has given up living, so we will have her put wo sleep later today so as not to force her to continue a weakened existence. Her name was Magpie, Miss Maggie, she was a chocolate black with a little white, and a medium length thickish coat; she was my lap cat, and I miss her alreadys. From 7 pm to 10 om each night she would be in TPP's lap or crunched in beside my leg, until it was time to go to bed. Maggie was a housecat who did enjoy playing with the occasional house mouse. She remained playful at times her whole life. This picutre shows her plumpish physique in a favorite place, between two kitchen windows on a window high bench. Maggie had a big head and big forepaws, a broad chest, and slender hind quarters with small feet, as if put together out of spare parts, but she was quite agile, quite athletic. But she lived a long, healthy life and enjoyed being a housecat; she was quite a lover of petting and people who did not necessarily love cats.
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So sorry to hear it. It's a tough decision to make, but I'm sure she had a wonderful life with you.
Yes, Maggie had a nice big house with lots of windows with broad sills, lots of beds and cushy furniture. For years she was our alarm clock (but no snooze button).
Cats are special relationships, and I am sorry yours is gone...I am a retired vet tech and it sounds like you made the right decision. <3
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