Tash Always Remembered
This goes out to the memory of my long-haired Siamese Natasha. She was adopted from a shelter when I was in college. She was some more cat with quite the personality. We had to hide her leather string becuse she would awaken us in the wee hours wanting to play. She cauhgt on to the hiding place so it was moved to the freezer. She would lay on wrapping paper as I wrapped gifts. She passed on in February 1996 at about age 13. She left many fond memories and was lots of company and comic relief for me.
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