Ghosts from the past are painful visitors. It's the little things that trigger the memories and we can't do much except accept the fact that those we loved are gone. Not all triggers are bad. This one is one of those triggers. Her name is Kitty. My cousin Munchkin was given Kitty one day on a whim and he adopted her, cared for her. Four weeks later, he was gone. My uncle and aunt adopted Kitty, who to this day, misses my cousin.
Kitty is such an adorable cat. She isn't shy and she's quite social. She keeps my aunt and uncle company and I'm glad for that. At least they're not alone. When we took this picture of Kitty, her eyes soothed me, as if telling me that my cousin was fine.
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