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February 24th, in 1914, my mother was born. She lived to be just short of 99 years old. She died on January 5, 2013.

She met all of my kitties.

Louie was so big she thought he was a Cheetah.

Andy and Dougy were kittens the first time I took them over to the care center for her to see them.

Andy perched on top of the carrier most of the time we were there and Dougy did his exploration thing, looking all around Mom’s room.

When he got toward the door, Mom became alarmed that he might get out and lost. I closed the door and put him and Andy on her lap, where they rested till I put them back in the carrier and left.

Yes, their personalities already manifested themselves in the kittens.