His face was that of an Angel.....Kitty Angel that is. White hair, blue eyes, with a demur that was as sweet as his face.
He had a bit of a peculiar tail, a little stubby, a little knotted, but it made him unique.
He grew in stature and became a strong presence on the porch. He let his presence be known, silently but sternly.
He lived a life fulfilled, raising a family, having a great camaraderie with his buds, living a life carefree and happy.
But as time went by, his age and too many cat fights began to catch up with him. He was overpowered by a more dominant rival, receiving deep gashes on his side and scrapes on his body. He never complained, never faltered, continuing his dominance on His porch. But the wounds were to deep. Getting around was a struggle as the frailty of his body increased.
He came home for one last meal and a few moments of love and care, then slipped away under the porch, slipping into sleep, finding his peace..........