"MOMMY! There's a kitty on our back porch!" Calls young Georgia as I sat in the other room with her 2 year old sister on my lap. Next thing I hear is the back door opening and a loud happy squeal. A thin wild tuxedo cat leaps apon my 2 year old's lap. "Mommy! He's hungry! We gotta feed him!" Georgia cried innocently. SO I put the baby in her crib and fed the cat some fish from last nights dinner. And he left peicefully. The next day he is back. And the next day. And finally this cat found his home with us, and refused to leave. We called him Lusifur after the cat in Cinderella. Lusifur roamed the acres of farmland at day, and he would enter through my bedroom window at night and sleep with me and my girls. If I let him sit on the backporch for more than 10 minutes he would catch a mouse and wait until I pass by that glass door. And when I did his claw went from the mouse's head to its tail, leaving some insides sitting there wide open. He had such a unique attitude and the loudest purr. He would need you when you went to bed and curl up on your chest, purring and joyful. This was eight years ago when Lusifur found us. He lived a long and happy life, and when he died this August after he was hit by a car we grieved for months. He is loved dearly by us and will never be forgotten. Today Lusifur's body rests under the tree he would most often be found resting in on a hot summer day.
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