One day in June 1985 Kathy and I were driving home; just above Ed Levin Park we saw a Cadillac pulled over by the side of the road. As we passed it, a lady emerged hold two kittens. We turned around, parked, and watched as she dumped the kittens in a bush and drove away. Thus we gained Velvet and Flannel.
Flannel lived a long life. She started weakening in September 2001. On her last night, she left the cat room and went outside to die, but she didn’t get very far. I found her and, as I picked her up, she talked to me. I carried her inside and she died in my arms, her head nestled in my arm.