
On February 14, 2001 a small, scraggly cat came seeking shelter from the
storm. She was a bony, frozen, shadow of a cat.
We offered food. She shook uncontrollably and scooped up every morsel with
her paw.

Food covered her nose and cheeks. We were appalled at her appearance, just
a small wisp of a cat with a huge will to survive. We called her "Valentine."

Valentine doesn't see well, but every morning her big searching eyes
follow the shadow of Marilyn's hand as she waves at her through the viewing window.

No matter...Marilyn goes in, scoops her up, and rubs her face in
Valentine's soft, soft, fur. How sweet it is to be loved by this lovely little
"Valentine."
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Our sweet little
Valentine crossed over the Rainbow Bridge on October 20, 2002 |