In Loving Memory of…


Shu-mei (our little dumpling)
They say “When a cat chooses you, it means you need her as much as she needs you”.
Truer words were never spoken.
We were heart broken when we lost our handsome Russian blue Mojo to cancer at thirteen years old.
But, the next day there you were sitting on our front step. You were abandoned and all alone.
Some how, you knew which house to pick.
You were the friendliest and most beautiful calico in the whole world (as we used to tell you every day).
The years passed so quickly and old age took you from us. We miss you every day.