Bonnie was born July 16th, 1992. Her mom came to our door when just my dad was home, while the rest of us were on vacation. Bitsy (her mom) was a pregnant stray so my dad started feeding her. He always acts tough around the cats, but he definitely has a soft spot for them. Bonnie was a blessing because she was born only a couple days after my kitty, Ben, was killed by a wild animal. She was born with a little grey spot on the top of her head, hence the nickname of Spot. My dad called her Bob at first, then my mom chose Barnabas. After a while we figured out she was a girl and she was named Bonnie. It was pretty fun to watch her grow. She was a quiet kitty, but affectionate. It is hard to lose a pet that you have known so long, but they enrich our lives in irreplaceable ways.
Naptime with mom (Bitsy):
Sorry, you can't go on vacation with us:
One of the many and varied ways we tortured her:
Someone appreciated the basement clutter:
Once again everyone knew I had a white cat due to the fur all over my clothes:
Bitsy, Bonnie and Bub:
Sorry, you can't go on vacation with us:
3 comments:
Those pictures are super, Pookie. I couldn't have said it any better.
I remember Bonnie! You've had her for a while. It is hard to find a great cat that is just a sweet good friend. We've had a few through the years, and they are beloved. Sorry she's gone.
Those are some great pictures. I don't know where my old pictures are.
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