(The picture is deceiving for she is not really that fat.)
I learned tonight from my father that Miss Floyd has a hurt, hind paw. I wonder if she sprained her ankle in church basketball this morning like my husband did?
Some history on Miss Floyd: During hurricanes evacuations, pets are often the last thing people think about. Thus my father and I found this beautiful kitten (who turns 10 years old this year!) wandering his neighborhood after hurricane Floyd. We fed the sweet thing and she became instantly attached. We named her Floyd since we thought it was a male. Then at the vets, we learned he was really a she. She quickly became Miss Floyd.
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i'm not sure what it is about that story but i'm fascinated. my dog is 15. i always tell bayley he's older than her and i remember when she was born and all that nonsense.
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