You are a real cat in the hat. I remember laying on grandma's lawn, with Chains on one side, Pocket Kitty on me, and you in my hat. Thank you for making the farm visits worth the two day drive, and encouraging me to walk into that cornfield.
You, the runt, so small that you could fit under my hat while it was still on my 8 year old head. I miss feeling you sleep up there, acutally making use of that empty head.
I miss you cream fur and Tickle-Me-Pink tongue. But thank you and your siblings for showing me how to care for somebody else, other than me.
Much random love,
Lizzy
