My Two Valentine Boys by Mewsette I'm an old lady cat now, though I don't often admit to it! After all, I'm still a drop-dead gorgeous longhaired calico! I was quite wild and free in my youth, but I nefur wed-winked and I nefur had kittens. I hafn't know many boy cats in my life. But I want to tell you about my two special valentines. My brofur Blynky The closest and dearest boy in all the world to me for half my life was my brofur, Blynken Panda ben Sacha (that means son of Sacha, our Papa). We just called him Blynky. He was a longhaired Harlequin cat with yellow eyes, furry good looking, and I was purroud to be his sisfur. Blynky grew up twice as big as me, and not quite as quick or bright or graceful. I loved him furry much, and I sort of took care of him all his life. I groomed him efurry day to help him stay neat, and I taught him to hunt. He protected me and took care of me, too. We were nearly always together. Blynky went to Rainbow Bridge when we were 8 years old. I missed him so much, and I haf nefur furgotten him. I nefur met any other boy cat as sweet and dear and fine as he was. These are some old picfurs of Blynky and me when we were babies, and when we were grown. Below is my fafurite picfur of him. My White Knight I did haf one secret little love affair when I was furry young, in Texas. Well, I guess it wasn't much of a secret; the whole neighborhood knew about it! An elegant white gentleman cat lived next door to us, and we would spend the whole day lying in the shade at our fence, he on his side and I on mine, mewing sweetly about many things, and taking pleasure in the purrfect harmony of each other's company. I nefur visited his yard, cause there were big dogs over there. He nefur visited mine, cause my brofurs didn't like him. My whole family called him my White Knight. They didn't know his name. Only I knew that, and I still keep it a secret. We spent a whole summer together. Then one day my white knight disappeared, and I nefur saw him again. I waited at the fence fur him efury day, but he didn't come. I was too scared of the dogs to go and ask about him. I knew he would be there if he could be, anyway. I loved him, and I was furry sad fur a long time. But now my White Knight is just a sweet old memory. Flowers fur my boys Love furefur, Mewsette