TOULOUSE.

Sept. 4, 1978 to March 23, 1996

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LOVE AND YOGHURT

LOVE AND YOGHURT "I've been a city cat and a country cat," Toulouse purred deeply as he stretched lazily in front of the little iron stove.

It was warm and cozy in Charlie and Helyn's little house at the foot of the Santa Cruz mountains.

He took a few licks of his french vanilla ice cream and went back to his story.

"Do you remember when we first met, Sally? That was an adjustment, huh...and then they came back from that long trip and they were married..."

Toulouse forgot where he was going with his story and he took advantage of the quiet moment to dip in his paw into the tin of catnip. He lay back and let the warmth slide through his body.

"I think about the the mountain place sometimes...chasing those dogs around...they were good companions...and the hunting was so good."

"I'm just an old country cat with a really big deck now."

He smiled to Sally, perched on the arm of the enormous sofa, "And I wouldn't have it any other way."

How about when Georgia came to live with us... I remember when I could catch that many birds..."

Toulouse was starting to lose the battle of oncoming sleep when he remembered the reason he had started telling Sally his thoughts that night.

"The best thing about getting this old, is high fat yoghurt, and they even put it in your bowl..."

It's your turn to go in and check on them before you go to sleep, Sally. and don't forget..."

As he slid into his dream, Toulouse felt himself floating through the air while a pair of arms lifted him. He was smiling.

It had been one of his best days.

My thoughts are with you. Much love,

P.S. It is the right of the story teller to change details of said story as they see fit or as their feeble memory serves them and they can't help it if the little gnomes of the internet steal their story away never to be the same again...