Simply The. Best. Cat. Ever. She passed over the Rainbow Bridge this morning at the age of approximately 17. We're not completely sure of her age; when she found me, she was between 2-3 years old, and that was 14-1/2 years ago. I was 6 months pregnant with the twins, and she was outside the local emergency room as I was heading to my car after work. She knew a soft heart when she saw one! I knew she was special as I was driving the 16 miles home - she stood on my pregnant belly with her front feet on my shoulders and licked my face nearly the entire way, as if she knew she was getting a home and was so grateful. I've never known a cat as affectionate as Fred, who kissed and licked our faces until I, at least, at raw patches! She spent many days laying on my right hip as I was laying on my left sideon couch-potato duty the last few weeks of pregnancy. When the twins were babies, she ran to them when they cried, trying to help, as the other cats scattered. She licked off their cradle cap and never, ever hurt them. She allowed them to pick her up and pull her fur as they learned how to properly pet and love a cat. She went on walks with us, going up to a mile at a time, always popping into the bushes just before we came to the house with the barky dogs, and then popping out again as we came back. She was the object of a children's talk at church one Sunday, making the point about how Jesus loves the lost and homeless, but we aren't lost or homeless in Him. She was an unofficial therapy cat, willingly visiting our elderly neighbor and allowing the residents at the nursing home where my mom was at to pet and fawn over her. On one visit, she and my mom both fell asleep in mom's bed! We've had other cats in the past and still have 2 cats here at home, but there will never be another cat like Freddy. Simply The. Best. Cat. Ever.
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