
Princess was a boy Yes, a boy. Before realizing his sex (a pair of tell-tale male attributes was missing), I had named him according to his personality: he was poised, not skittish. He liked to sit on piles of things (my neatly folded laundry, for instance), like the story of the Princess and the Pea. And he enjoyed parties. He was a stray that started hanging out outside my apartment. I started feeding him. Started letting him in. He began spending the night. You know how these things go. He adopted me, not the other way around, really. He was such a good companion for over ten years, and I still can't quite believe he's gone. I hope more people open their hearts and their homes to strays and shelter animals. I'm sure glad I did, and I will continue to.
From a friend of Princess and Randy:
I think Randy's true tribute to Princess was his visit to a shelter and then adoption of Virgil after a very painful loss. Virgil was another kitty that was kicked to the street. Now Virgil lives in a fancy high rise apartment in the sky (just like on the Jeffersons-it is actually a 4th floor walk up but it provides great cardio to and from and it has a wonderful view)
FuzzyFotosKC Contacts
Amy Atha, Heartland SPCA, 913-742-7335 | Lindsey Rood, KC Free Health Clinic, 816-777-2764