Stripe came to us back in March of this year. He was the sweetest and softest kitty. When he slept, he cooed like a bird. His favorite thing was sleeping in baskets or boxes. He got along so well with my other cats and he became part of our little family overnight. We all loved him and
will miss him terribly. But I know that somewhere over the rainbow bridge, Stripe has a little basket where he sleeps, sweetly cooing.