Flat Stanley meets our pets

This three-day weekend I'm continuing yesterday's post on the trip Flat Stanley made from my nephew's second-grade classroom in Indiana to us in Oregon in 2003. When Flat Stanley arrived he, of course, met our pets. None were much excited by having a paper doll treated like it was more special than a dog or a cat.

Woofles, who passed away in 2007, is in the first photo and Bonbon, still happily with us, is next.






My most precious cat ever is the orange-and-white with the meditative paws. His name was Bleecker and he passed away at age 16 in 2006. I will definitely blog about him in the future.

Feather, now 12-years-old, is the petite white beauty in the center. She misses Bleecker to this day, but is learning to depend upon Shiva Lullaby for companionship.

After meeting the inside cats, Flat Stanley found Pyewacket lounging in the old potting shed. He was the size of a bird but just stood there and didn't smell gamy so she didn't pounce. (Now, in 2008, Pye is old, just had dental surgery, and is relishing this summer's long days in the sun.)