"I found a kitten crossing Highway 17 (in Mt. Pleasant)," the Animal Control lady said over the phone back in October 2002. I had recently lost another kitty and she knew I was hurting. "He's really friendly with my other cats and dogs. Would you like to have him?"
Thus began my life with Frogger, so named after the video game by my girls. Kelly remembers him as just a scrawny little kitten, only about 8 weeks old. Over the years he porked up to 21 pounds - just a soft sweet mass of love. Always purring, often lying on his back with his feet up in the air, the first to come running when he heard the cat food can pop open. So when he quit eating altogether yesterday, I knew that was it.
Rest in peace, Frogger Dude. You were one in a million and I will miss you until we meet again, little man. Try to leave the birdies and snakes alone in the meantime, k?
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So sorry to hear about your Frogger. They mean so much to us and we have so little time with them. RIP Frogger. Good memories of him will help ease the pain.
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