A few years ago, there were just two: Captain and Munchie. Munchie only knew Captain, and Captain pretty much raised her. One day, Munchie took a turn for the worst. It was completely unexpected. We never realized that she had any health problems because she was always such an independant cat.
By the time we took her to the vet, it was too late. Munchie was diagnosed with cancer and it had already spread to her lungs and the glands in her neck. They gave her some medicine to help control the pain to perhaps help her maintain a standard of living and sent us home. We had just one more day with our little girl. The next day we had to go back to the vet because she couldn't walk, and sadly she never came home.
The last picture of our little girl.
It happened just before we were able to move into our house. Captain lost weight, and would walk around the apartment screaming. They had been together over 10 years. I still miss Munchie...
We moved into our house in September 2010. A month later in October, our vet called and asked about adopting a kitten. I didn't know if it was the right time. She had a litter of two kittens that was found and dropped off and thought that maybe one of them would make good company for Captain. She brought them over so we could see them and we fell in love with both of them, one boy and one girl.
Little miss Lady Iris was clearly the runt. She was and is still a slender little cat. And Grizzly was a huge kitten and is now an even bigger cat.
Last night Grizzly found his way out of the fence. As we hunted for him, he limped his way through the sliding door all wet and bloody. My poor baby was attacked by some neighborhood dog. I am taking him to the vet this morning and hopefully he will be ok. I hope that my little Three Cat Manor will still have three cats...
Captain and Grizzly (being a clown!)