Memory lane

Just wandering through all the old photographs again, and marveling at how everyone has grown.

Who would have known that this skinny, half starved little runt...


..and this filthy little ragamuffin..


..with good food, baths, brushing, beds and lotsa lotsa lovin', could turn into my darling and dynamic duo of Hobo Skimbleshanks and Diva Etcetera

Oh my HEART!!! Look at those babies!!!

Awwww look at them! Happy as can be

Oh, there's Hobo Skimbleshanks, the little darling...

They've both grown up so well.

sooo sweet!!!

Goodness look how they've filled out, bless them

They are beautiful! What a difference!

Only with the help from a great PawPaw!! You have some gorgeous cats

This picture just breaks my heart. He looks so sad. Mike, thanks for taking these llittle ones in. They are so much better with you.

Originally Posted by katiemae1277

Only with the help from a great PawPaw!! You have some gorgeous cats

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My sentiments exactly. You're a fantastic PurrPaw!

You have certainly given them a great life. How far they have come. I always love seeing your furfamily!

I just LOVE that picture of the two of them lying together!!!

Originally Posted by katiemae1277

Only with the help from a great PawPaw!! You have some gorgeous cats

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Originally Posted by gemlady

My sentiments exactly. You're a fantastic PurrPaw!

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Awwww shucks Thank you very much....I may have actually let everyone gain a little too much weight.

Originally Posted by lookingglass

This picture just breaks my heart. He looks so sad. Mike, thanks for taking these llittle ones in. They are so much better with you.

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He was a little sad sack as a kitten. I honestly think that he climbed into that railroad boxcar to take a nap, and when he woke up, he was on the road and all alone; because for the longest time, he wouldn't sleep for more than a few seconds at a time unless he was draped over my shoulder (he still likes to hang there )

Then, like on day 3, right out of the blue, he was sitting on the bed so tired that his head was bobbing, and my main man, Mr. Mischief Mistoffolees, got over the "new kitten" syndrome and just hopped onto the bed and plopped down right in front of him. The little Hobo snatched hold of Mischief's tail and went straight to sleep. The two have been thick as thieves ever since.

(and of all the luck, had the camera charged up at the time

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