The is BP. She has had congestion and is taking medicine to clear it up. She is a barn cat, but since she was so ill, we brought her into the house. No matter how much she enjoys all the attention, and she demands a lot of it, she still looks out the patio door and meows like crazy.
Yesterday she was missing Terry. Today, she is missing her brothers, sister, and uncle who frolic outside within her sight. She is a pretty little thing and has the sweetest personality.
(BP stands for Black Panther. Our eldest granddaughter named her that when she was born. We didn't know she'd turn into a long-haired girl.)
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