I love this black and white picture of her. She always loved kitty cats and as far back as I remember she always had one or another. This particular cat loved her too. As soon as Jeannette came into her friends home the cat would prance around her and rub it's body against her pants to get her attention.
Cats remind me of her.
The last two cats she had before she died must have know something was wrong with her because they always wanted to be snuggling on top of her bed close to her. When she would manage to walk into the living room they would follow her and purr. She found comfort in just touching them and petting them.
About a month after she died I happened to open my front door of my home and in front of me was a malnourished hungry kitty cat. It meowed so loud and I knew it was asking for food. I found a piece of ham in my fridge and fed it to him. I knew I couldn't keep it so I made it follow me to my car while dangling another piece of ham. I put the ham in the trunk of my car and when the cat jumped in to get it, I closed the trunk and drove over to my daughter Diana's house which was only a few blocks from my home. I could hear the cat crying and wanting out. As soon as I got to my daughter's house I opened the trunk and it just so happened that my daughter's neighbor loves cats and was outside. I asked her if she wanted another stray cat. She smiled and said, "Well, one more won't hurt." Two years later the Kitty cat is now an adult cat and his name is Timber. He is pampered by the neighbor lady. I am so happy I brought him out of a life of alley cat and into a life of luxury. I saved him.
I know Jeannette would be proud of me.
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