It was cold and freezing when this stray mother cat brought in her three babies in our back yard and Linda insisted on bringing them all inside where it would be warm. The mother cat was persistent that she wanted to be outside and we gave up and let her go. It was at that point she was weaning them and started shunning her babies away. We had no choice but to take them after trying to find homes for them. One of the black ones became ill and the vet was unable to help us save it. We had named her Billie Jo.
The two on the right are the two surviving from that litter, Smoky Jo and Baby Jo. Heidi, on the left, died couple months ago from old age, first of our cats we had to die in 15 years about. She just refused to eat one day anymore and kept finding places she had never slept at before, in the bathtub, under the couch, where she just laid and waited for the end to come. We took her to the vet where he said she was really at the end and should be put to sleep. We said okay and he asked me to go out in the lobby and wait but I told him this cat had been with us 17 years from Florida to North Carolina to Mississippi and I just can not leave her especially now. So Heidi knew I was there to the very end. She is buried in our back yard where she is still near as always.
Every day I go to work, I see this on the side of the street right here in Augusta and am reminded of the many "See Rock City" signs I've seen across the southern states painted on the roofs of barns mostly.
It was cold and freezing when this stray mother cat brought in her three babies in our back yard and Linda insisted on bringing them all inside where it would be warm. The mother cat was persistent that she wanted to be outside and we gave up and let her go. It was at that point she was weaning them and started shunning her babies away. We had no choice but to take them after trying to find homes for them. One of the black ones became ill and the vet was unable to help us save it. We had named her Billie Jo. 
The two on the right are the two surviving from that litter, Smoky Jo and Baby Jo. Heidi, on the left, died couple months ago from old age, first of our cats we had to die in 15 years about. She just refused to eat one day anymore and kept finding places she had never slept at before, in the bathtub, under the couch, where she just laid and waited for the end to come. We took her to the vet where he said she was really at the end and should be put to sleep. We said okay and he asked me to go out in the lobby and wait but I told him this cat had been with us 17 years from Florida to North Carolina to Mississippi and I just can not leave her especially now. So Heidi knew I was there to the very end. She is buried in our back yard where she is still near as always.
Every day I go to work, I see this on the side of the street right here in Augusta and am reminded of the many "See Rock City" signs I've seen across the southern states painted on the roofs of barns mostly.
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