Ain't that special. Now you are a Daddy!
I had two little cats once, brothers. One was black with a white nose and the other was solid velvety gray. I call them Smoky and Bandit.
Bandit, the gray one, was my special little kitty. He followed me all over and slept under my bed when I was not home. He was so precious. Their mother was wild, no matter how hard we tried to tame her, she was just wild. She abandoned her litter of six when they were only four weeks old. I kept Smoky and the Bandit and the others were given to good homes.
Bandit died young from a lung disease. I mourned that little kitty for so long. When the Beany Babies were popular, I bought myself one of the cats that looks just like Bandit. I keep it on a shelf by my bed.
