Over the Spring break we lost our beloved little Tarzan. The sweet little black kitten came into our lives just weeks before Boe was born. He must have sought us out as suckers, because he was one sick little guy and would not leave the safety of our apricot tree. Kent nursed him back to health and he was Kent's forever! Every day he followed Kent around the yard and kept under toe; he knew he was loved. Over the next two years he would work his way into our hearts and our home (originally he was supposed to be "the outside cat"). After surviving a rebound from a speeding car and supsequent hip removal surgery, he continued to lead an adventurous life in our little neighborhood. Sadly, he met his demise and we had to put him down. It was crushing to the entire neighborhood (he often went into any open home) and absolutely heart breaking to Kent and I. Every time I read Boeing "Goodnight Moon" I will think of him "...and two little kittens" (Tarzan and Spunkers).We will miss him forever.
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Hanging with Kent
Lounging with Kent
Covered in catnip!
In his tree (thus the name Tarzan)
