A story about a pumpkin cat...

Last week-end I was going through my pictures from when I was in America, 9 years ago. Some of them made me smile, reminding me some good memories... I spent a long time looking at the pictures of the cats, I had never realized I had so many of them. The black and white cat, with no ears... but really sweet. The baby grey cat, the one that never grows up. And of course my favorite, the pumpkin cat.

I remember it was Halloween and I had just learned a new word "pumpkin". I still really like the way it sounds. Few days after I found out that the cat who often slept on my bed had no name. Anieke (the german exchange student) and I started to call him Pumpkin.
I learned yesterday that he passed away. I've always said that when I'll have my own cat, I'll call him Pumpkin. But in fact there'll only be one pumpkin cat...
So goodbye pumpkin cat...

Comments

[missk]

je ne l'ai pas connu bien longtemps mais vraiment on s'est bien entendu! (autant que possible pour moi et un chat) surtout parce que c'était un chat cool qui vivait sa vie et qui gardait un œil sur sa famille tout en discrétion...