Elder-caregivers

He was a shelter cat that seemed to be a Flame Point Siamese. He lived to be about 10 years old.

Ripples was named that because he looked like he had reddish ripples on him.

He loved Ripples and all cats in fact. That was one of the things that we shared, our love for cats. We had many over the years, his favorite being a white cat that was found the same day our other white cat had died too soon of feline epilepsy.

The day before he died I took him in a picture of her. He saw the picture and was able to say "kitty". My god, that got me good.

I went back again the next day and took him a little TY Beanie Babies white cat. He sure liked that little kitty too.

Kitty. Oh yes.

I'm sure there are kitties aplenty wherever he now is.