Truly sisters ... Happy Cats Day!
Izzie and Gabie Smith, #1 and #2 ... aarrgghhhh! They started it all, right after I retired disabled and moved after being so sick with two major cancer battles, then my last dog, Gabe, died. I was heartbroken and knew I'd never have another pet. Then ...
"How much are those kittens in the window?" she asks walking one day downtown in my new historic town of Sebring. They were in a filthy, horrible little bird cage in the window of a groomer's shop. Tiny little creatures who needed me to rescue them. Izzie locked eyes with me through the shop window, and even though I moved and moved, she never broke her beseeching gaze.
I had a third major cancer battle after rescuing so many. I truly think they helped save me ... until Jesus saved my soul in 2006 that is!
So that's how the Smith clan of eleven got started. I rescued feral cats for the next seven years before I moved to Orlando and retired that mission and passion! Well, that's not exactly correct. I moved here with nine, then got taken advantage of by a new neighbor ... and then there were eleven! Abbie and Ashlie are truly, TRULY the last ones! I promise (again), Jesus.
Truly sisters ... Happy Cats Day!
Izzie and Gabie Smith, #1 and #2 ... aarrgghhhh! They started it all, right after I retired disabled and moved after being so sick with two major cancer battles, then my last dog, Gabe, died. I was heartbroken and knew I'd never have another pet. Then ...
"How much are those kittens in the window?" she asks walking one day downtown in my new historic town of Sebring. They were in a filthy, horrible little bird cage in the window of a groomer's shop. Tiny little creatures who needed me to rescue them. Izzie locked eyes with me through the shop window, and even though I moved and moved, she never broke her beseeching gaze.
I had a third major cancer battle after rescuing so many. I truly think they helped save me ... until Jesus saved my soul in 2006 that is!
So that's how the Smith clan of eleven got started. I rescued feral cats for the next seven years before I moved to Orlando and retired that mission and passion! Well, that's not exactly correct. I moved here with nine, then got taken advantage of by a new neighbor ... and then there were eleven! Abbie and Ashlie are truly, TRULY the last ones! I promise (again), Jesus.