| This is Sunrise. Sunrise started it all
when I found him outside of our church in Minnesota, Palm Sunday 1986. I
couldn't stand the idea of him not having a home... and well, the rest is
kitty history. Sunrise died in spring of 2002. We had a long and wonderful
friendship. He is missed. |
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This is Whispering Jesse. She is 5 years
old and a wonderfully gentle soul. She prides herself on tucking into spots I don't expect to find her. She finds it supremely satisfying
when I am running around the apartment looking for her, panicking in the
event she somehow got out. |
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| This is Jasper. His name derives from a
John Denver song and the gem. He is 2 years old. He was found in a bead shop
by a friend. I just had to meet him to know that he belonged in our family.
He is a mischievous little (well, not so little) bully. He will occasionally
come out of nowhere and knock Jesse out of whatever quiet place she is
occupying at the time. |
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