| This is Flurry. He came to us one summer. I had just arrive home to Church Street, and found this little kitten in my driveway. His eyes were matted shut. He could not see where he was going. I brought him up and cleaned him and fed him, and knew right there that he would stay with us. He was a love bucket right from day one. If you sat down, he was on your lap immediately. Often, when you would pull a kitchen chair out to sit down, he was sleeping on it. He was a good kitty, and we loved him. He snuck out of the house one day while I was coming home with groceries. I caught a hold of him, but he slipped easily away from me. 10 minutes later a woman came to the door crying. Flurry had been hit by a car and was dead. Nicole and I buried him in the back yard of 201-1/2 Church Street. |
| Flurry |