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Almost twenty years ago, I am at a friend's house. This friend lives in the country, and has every animal known to man as a pet. While we're talking, a german shepherd runs through the house... being chased by a forty pound black tomcat. I die laughing about that, and tell my friend that I have been looking for a cat.
Fast forward a few months. My friend shows up at my house, and hands me a box. Apparently that tomcat had gotten another large cat pregnant, and so there were kittens! (Seriously, 40 pounds. There was either bobcat or main-coon in it's lineage) So out of this box comes this 'little' ball of fluff, all with dark black undercoat, and white frosted tips.
What else could I name it? Greebo was the only logical choice...(He was an old softie, really.... Unless anyone other than me wanted to touch him...)
Clearly, Sir Terry has been a part of my life for years. Good sir, you shall be missed. (Raises a Guinness to his memory)
Almost twenty years ago, I am at a friend's house. This friend lives in the country, and has every animal known to man as a pet. While we're talking, a german shepherd runs through the house... being chased by a forty pound black tomcat. I die laughing about that, and tell my friend that I have been looking for a cat.
Fast forward a few months. My friend shows up at my house, and hands me a box. Apparently that tomcat had gotten another large cat pregnant, and so there were kittens! (Seriously, 40 pounds. There was either bobcat or main-coon in it's lineage) So out of this box comes this 'little' ball of fluff, all with dark black undercoat, and white frosted tips.
What else could I name it? Greebo was the only logical choice...(He was an old softie, really.... Unless anyone other than me wanted to touch him...)
Clearly, Sir Terry has been a part of my life for years. Good sir, you shall be missed. (Raises a Guinness to his memory)
