On the very same week that my poor Maggie died, my grandmother also passed away. I don't have anypictures of her tho. I love Maggie so much you could not imagine how hard it is not to cry doing this. Maggie had been around and with me since I believe not long after I was born. She was barn cat and she lived in barn at the people who live near the lakes farm. She was a runt however (the pics happened over the years notice how she never grew any) so the other cats fought with her and she was weak, but the people who live along where my house is all fed her including my parents so she was able to still live. My neighbor named her Maggie. one day it was stormy and Maggie was on the swingset outside our house ontop of the slide (later we refered to it has her "thrown" sometimes.) my mom was worried about her so she went outside in a coat and nitegown and lifted the soaking wet maggie under the coat and brought her inside fed her and made her a bed. Maggie struggled alittle when my mom picked her up. she didn't leave her little spot outside my moms room. Thats how she became ours. Little by little she'd come in more. till our house became her home and we'd take her to the kennel when we left home for a while (with of course putting my other beloved, but also gone cats Truffie and Nelly) I nicknamed her the maginater cause she was like a robot terminator when she hunted.

So yeah, Mags if you can see this...or you can feel it, we all still love you very much.

God I wish I could hear her meow again. Even though it annoyed me to death when she was alive.

Plz no flames.