Friday, October 29th is National Cat Day, and I’m reposting something I wrote back in 2016 about the Siamese cats in our lives and the loss associated with Muffin, for one, and Bailey the latest. I had to let her go in 2016. Brandy, her sister is still with me, and she approved of my retelling their stories.
They came to our house on Mandan Street in the summer of 2006, two little female, Seal Point Siamese furballs with their black ears, paws, tail and mask around the face. The rest of their little bodies were covered with that cream colored fur that would darken as they grew.
The day we had to say good bye to Muffin was a hard one for Joanie. We had just come back from a trip to the clinic in Minneapolis, and went right to the vet clinic where they were holding Muffin for us. She had a severe infection that she couldn’t recover from and we had to let her go. After we got home that night, Joanie, who had, as a friend, a Siamese cat since I had met her said she didn’t think we would get another one or two. It was to hard on her, I thought.
Well…
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