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The Old Bull Cat
Sir Albert
- November 27, 2009

It all started with a visit to our local S.P.C.A. to donate items for the Christmas season. While there we decided to just walk through and look at the cats. Having just let one cross over recently, we realy weren't ready for another. I came across Sir Albert, on paper his name was Floppsy because of his ears, and inquiered about him. He was 15 at that time and no wanted him because of his age. The attendants told us that they affectionetly called him Albert because he had an air of sophistication about him. I inqiuered as to how long do they hold one his age and was told until he gets gage crazy or becomes too sick to take care of. With that I said I'll take him. I could not see him sitting in a 4 x 4 foot cage wating to go to a home. We added Sir to his name and he turned out to be the most affectionate child I've known. (We don't have pets, we have chirldren) He would sit in my lap on the recliner a extend hi paw for my hand and bring it in under his chin to sleep. We could cradle him like a baby and he would perr and rub his head against our chins. He had his sleeping spots on the couch and bed and would let you know if you were in them. There were times when I'ld sleep in the chair because he's in his spot on the bed, which was my wife's side, and she would be on my side. he would wake up from a deep sleep and go charging into the kitchen whenever we were cooking with garlic. He must have been Italian. Finaly, we had to let him cross over due to canser. To this day, we make the bed and pull it down on one side in honor of him. We also leave a small light on for him to show him the way here if he ever wanted to visit. I don't think we will ever find another freind like Sir Albert. REST MY FRIEND, WE WILL SEE YOU AGAIN ON THE OTHER SIDE.