Happy Birthday, Hunny!
Yesterday was Hunny's 15th birthday. It seems like yesterday that the vet opened the waiting room door and let Hunny walk out on her own four paws to meet me.
Heather and Karen, do you remember how Hunny spent her first few nights tapping all the walls? I remember at one point she'd woken us all up, and we were standing in the hallway, watching her tap her way down the hall.
Heather, I think you said, "Of all the cats in Rochester, you bought the crazy one."
No arguments there. I still don't know what she was doing. She did the same thing when I moved to Canandaigua and Hamburg, but not in the two apartments between.
Anyways, Hunny will be waiting for me next summer. She still remembers me. When I came home for Christmas last month she spent all night in my bed patting my head (shouldn't that be the other way around?) and purring. And attacked John a few times. Nothing has changed. She's still my girl.
posted by kris @ 6:41 AM
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Yes, Hunny was a bit of an odd creature. I also remember attacks from the kitchen chairs as she hid under the tablecloth. She always kept us on own toes. Happy Birthday Hunny!
hippy pappy bthuthday, hunny!
I love Hunny! Even with all her quirks, like throwing up palm plant just as I sit down to tea, I love her to bits!
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