Natasha the Cat, 21 Years Young
Natasha is a gift. She’s 21 years old and has been with me since the day she was born.
The patches of soft brown fur in her black coat show her age. She’s also been deaf the past two or three years. But she still jumps on beds and chairs, goes up and down stairs, helps me open and inspect boxes from the mail and stores, and is fascinated by yummy bugs that occasionally reveal themselves on walls and floors.
She knew love every day
June 1991 – April 2013