The Ghost Kitty has died. He was on his way out of this world by the time I got him out from under that house in Corvallis. His guardian angel, who has fed him, took him to Heartland and stayed by his side as he died. There was no saving him.
Bless his soul.
I am stiff and sore already from my time under that house. Guess I'm getting old.
Valentino had to go to the vet. He's been drooling terribly again. More bad teeth. BE his
third dental since he was rescued last Valentine's Day. Expensive kitty. His dental is next Tuesday. In the meantime, I have to get rich.
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