|Snowball Enjoying the Front Flower Bed on Wednesday|
Snowball was one of the garden cats. She was sweet and funny and loved to climb trees:
|With Siblings Ginger and Stripey|
|Napping in the Feijoa Tree|
|Napping in the Calamondin Tree|
She had survived a deep gash to the side of her neck, earlier this year, but, she had been a bit subdued this week. Yesterday, she curled up in a flower pot, squashing the plant that was growing in there and I didn't have the heart to chase her away. I heard her meowing outside my window this morning, but, didn't appear when I went to feed her. I looked for her in the garden in the afternoon, but, I didn't see her. Later in the evening, when M was watering the back garden, he found her body near the back wall and we buried her. You will be missed, Snowball.
|Dancer and Snowball, Chatting, Last Week|
I hope you have found a lovely tree to climb and nap in, free from that mockingbird who was always chasing you! Thank you for the memories.