On the run-up to eldest son's wedding, we've been gathering and scanning some old photographs and I noticed Huzzybuns scanned a shot of little Eldest with the cat I refer to as my "childhood cat", Queenie. Queenie lived around 19 years. I was 6 years old when my parents brought her home and had a 2-year-old when she died, which explains why I think of her as the cat of my youth, although we did have a couple other cats that didn't last as long. Wasn't she a beautiful girl?
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