My Grandfather found Flossie in our field as a tiny kitten. My Father was holding Flossie the first time I saw her. I developed a deep love for cats the moment my eyes first looked into the eyes of a cat. Flossie lived in the barn that we had at that time.
Flossie would follow me all over the farm. She would sit next to me when I swung in my swing set. She would purr away when I held her and patted her head. She loved to rub against my legs. Flossie kept me company while I waited for the school bus in the morning. She was a constant and loving feline companion. Everywhere that I went on the farm, Flossie was sure to follow.
Flossie was a beautiful gray and white bi-colored cat. She had many kittens over the years. Blacknose was one of Flossie’s first kittens. I would hold Blacknose on my lap while I rode my tricycle. She was a beautiful Calico cat. Sprite was one of Flossie’s kittens. She was a yellow tabby cat with the same loving disposition as her mother.
Flossie would run up to the house with her extended family when we would feed our cats in the morning. We now had a cat population of ten cats. When I would wait for the school bus in the morning, I had quite a gathering of cats waiting with me. I would pat each of them on the head while I waited patiently for the school bus to arrive. Some of my cats would run up to me when I got off the school bus after school.
Flossie and her family gave me a lot of love and attention, and I gave them love and attention in return. Flossie died out in the field where my Father was working one day. She is buried on my farm. Your first cat and other cats to come will fill your life with love, joy, happiness, peace, and contentment.
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