Earlier this month I lost my little garden supervisor T.R.
T.R. was a “rescue” cat. She was named after the TRW computer swap-meet where we found her. A few weeks old she had been dumped in the industrial park where the swap meet takes place.
Among other things she took great enjoyment in was rolling in unwashed fleece. She would roll in it happily and come in smelling like a barnyard.
17+ good years and great company. R.I.P. little cat, you are missed.
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