French Fries

She was the closest friend of Fat Mouse. When the latter died and French Fries couldn’t live under her protective wings anymore, she started to pine away. Though the vet couldn’t find anything physically wrong with her, she died one month after Fat Mouse.

But after a week she returned to us in the night. The other cats welcomed her, they recognized her. She purred, was serene and her cream coat radiated light. Only when I woke up in the morning did I realize that it must have been a dream. But it was a great gift as I am now reassured that she is happy to be reunited with Fat Mouse and that she wanted me to know so.


About me

Colour: Cream

June 4th 1993