Have I told you the whole story of my furbabies? I think I've shared snippets. If I've told it before, well then,
|The babies at about six months old. |
When they first rescued me, they each fit
in the pockets of my bathrobe.
Sadly, I can't find any of those early pics.
At six months, they both still fit on my lap.
|Miles. I used this pic to help him find a new momma, |
since he had picked his first momma (shelter rescue),
but he never picked me.
|Since I didn't have a couch when I lived alone, this twin bed|
made "do". This was Miles' safety zone when Cocoa first
introduced herself. By the time he'd found Sherry, the twins
had taken over this space amongst the stuffed animals.
|Miles and his new momma, Sherry.|
She lived alone and knitted blankets to
supplement her disability income, and
Miles made his way RIGHT INTO
both her heart and home. A good match.