I was going to put "Wordless Wednesday", but I'm gonna write too much for that! Tomorrow, Christmas Eve, will be the 15th anniversary of Snowball's "gotcha day". She was my daddy's Christmas present from my brother who brought her all the way from Tennessee. Dad had been dreaming about a solid white cat leading him through the woods, so Billy found one for him.
I can't believe it's been 15 years already! She brought Dad a lot of pleasure during his last 2 1/2 years here on Earth. She was on only cat for 7 years. She wouldn't allow us to have another cat! She'd hiss at it and fight it. The only reason she allowed Coal to come in was because he was so small she didn't know what he was! After that she just gave in. Although, she still lets them know who's the boss! She and Ginger the Chow used to have sneak attacks on each other. Mom told me about a day when Snowball was asleep and Ginger woke her up by poking her nose in Snowball's belly. Snowball got even by waiting until Ginger was asleep and swiping her nose with her claws.
One day recently I couldn't find Snowball. I looked all over the house...even the basement where she never goes anymore. I couldn't find her and was getting very worried because Max would hide right before he passed away. Finally, I was in the living room and heard something around the TV. I start looking around that area. Guess where I found her? In the trash can that I use for shredding papers! She had somehow crawled under the shredder! I was so relieved and she was so cute I moved the shredder and took a picture. Isn't she the cutest thing? I love her bright blue eyes.