"jmcquown" skrev i meddelandet
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On January 6, 2001, a pretty grey cat showed up at my back door and
*demanded* to be let inside. I don't know where she came from (I never
could find anyone who claimed her) but she was most definite about where
she was supposed to live.

It was a bitterly cold, windy day with temps predicted to drop to about
20°F/7°C that night. (Much like today, actually.) So I ran to the store
and grabbed a bag of cat food, a litterbox and cat litter. She was still
there when I got home so I opened the door. She strolled in like she
owned the place.

Thirteen years (and hundreds of miles) later, happy Persia-versary!

Jill

Absolutely, Happy Persia-versey! You two have given so much to each other.
Elisabet