Like all pet-lovers, when our pussycat died we were heartbroken. (See LUCY GRAY, Nov 10, 2013)
We mourned Lucy for a week or two and when we couldn’t stand it any longer we headed for the ASPCA.
There we saw so many wonderful cats, we couldn’t decide. Then a little black and white tuxedo kitten scampered up my husband’s leg, climbed onto his shoulder and started to purr.
We named him for Jackie Robinson and took him home. Wouldn’t you?
Dana Susan Lehrman