Today we had to say, "Goodbye," to our cat, Chicky. She's been very ill and miserable. She will be missed.
Chicky first came into our home in secret. I was visiting my brother who had a stray cat in his garage. Apparently it had come from my sister's house. It had been a long time since we had a pet, so I agreed to take it home. About a month later, we realized that she was pregnant. Chicky was one of the kittens born during the week the kids and I were attending my cousins' weddings. Her full name is Chicago White Sox.
She's been very attached to Tyler from the start. Tyler has always been so good to her even if he loved to get her all wild and crazy.
Tony enjoyed a game of Yatzee or two with Chicky. "Look Chicky got a Yatzee!"