Sadly Jester was not exactly a bright kitty. He didn't even live to be a year old. He liked to visit with our neighbours across the road. Need I say more.
Sylvester died at age eight. Young for a healthy kitty, but he suddenly became ill and died before we could do anything about it. The photo of him looking out the patio door was just a few days before his death.
The tabby, George, belongs to my brother and SIL. He is typically an indoor cat which is good, because all things considered, his intelligence ranks up there with Jester.
In order to keep a true perspective of one's importance,everyone should have a dog that will worship him and a cat that will ignore him. ~ Dereke Bruce
Because we remember moments, not days...
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Love the one with the kitty behind the blue flowers, and the one looking out the window. Cute! I love how you have scripture with all your posts!
Wow, you know the Berner breed! Not many people do, unless they're in the mountains. They are so pretty. The larger one is actually not mine, but my dog's brother. He lives up the street and they get together to chew on another :)
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