Almost 20 years ago, as we started to move out of the house in Troutdale, a small black cat started hanging out in our front yard. Turned out . . . that cat was pregnant.
She and her 4 kittens joined us and our pack of 3 dogs in a 5th wheel camper, as we built a new home on a hill in Sandy, Oregon.
The cat we called Greta, her kittens, Lewis, Clark, Ariel and Boo were primarily house cats.
Their presence is still visible on most of our furniture.
This week we bid farewell to the last of Greta’s litter . . . Boo.
Greta couldn’t have been much more than a year old when we rescued her from the street.
The closeness in age of mother and kittens amounted to a series of aging pet vet visits over the last couple of years.
That came to a close this week.
Not really feeling like more of a blog post.