well let me start by saying my georgie was born on the street. she had has a sister named cleo. there mom was named uno. talk about two different personalities.  i found her (let me rephase that. georgie found me.from that day they were my cats. everyone knew it.she was sure a great cat. she would never come inside. she wanted to be outside.

she was treat like she livedindoors. george went to the vet got her shots. no matter what i came home georgie was always there to greet me. i got married and moved. my mom and sister would take care of her for me. i went there regulary. when the weather was bad i would go to my momshouse to give her warms and dry towels. i also mad her a house. it had two levels. georie was well taken care of. wheni was leaving for work in the morning i would have to feed her right before i left because she would follow me. i miss her so much. when i got to my moms house i still look for her. it has been a year and a half. i love you georgie girl.