Missy was a cat our daddy hooman had. She was given to him by a coworker. She was very skiddish around men, but took up to our daddy hooman. I guess she can tell he is a cat person. She loved to sleep on his chest and between his feet. Sometimes at the top of his head.
She even loved boxes too! It must be Cat Thing.
Our daddy hooman has to give her up for a place him and his daughter had to move into. She went to a blind woman, a friend of our Gram. She just loved Missy.
She died a couple of years ago. Before she died, our daddy hooman found out she was on dialysis. So this blog post is for her Memory.
Below is a picture from October of 2005 of her sleeping on top of the Computer monitor.