There is a variety of 14 different hats total. I just hope you and your pet can find as much joy in these hats as me and Snowman once did.
E-mail me if you are interested and I will give you my address where you can pick them up. I can also arrange for a free delivery if you are not too far away.
Thank you, Patty
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I am so sorry to hear of your loss.when I lost my siamese Zie Bone.I felt grief of loss of a close familey member.It has been 5 years now and I just got a new baby.He is a cornish rex and his name is Tony.If you are sure you want to give the hats away I am sure we will have alot of fun with them.Right now he walks on a leash and wheres a plaid golf shirt.Hes a realy good sport it makes me laugh thinking about it.If you change your mind its o.k.someday you will be ready to give your love again.I wish they lived as long as we do.I am 47 I pray tony is with me for the rest of my life.I have always been a cat lover.Nice talking to you and good -luck-----Janet
Please accept my deepest condolences for your Snowman. Milo the Kissing Cat was my soulmate, and I still tear up when I think about him. From him, we learned that cats are actually little people in stagy fur suits. He taught unconditional love and total forgiveness. Milo never held a grudge for more than a few minutes. Except when I made him the Santa hat. I crocheted it by hand, especially for him. I made sure there were holes for his ears and that the strap wouldn't be too tight. Really went all out. My plan was to take a photo of him for my Christmas cards that year.
Well, when the hat was finished, I tried it on him. It fit purrfectly and the earholes were in exactly the right places. I turned around for ONE INSTANT to pick up the camara. When I turned back around, the hat was gone! I searched high and low. He wasn't sitting on it. It wasn't on the floor. It wasn't between the couch cushions. (I disected that couch before I gave it to the Salvation Army!) He hadn't eaten it; I watched the litter box for a week...eeeeww.
I tore that house up from one end to the other. I asked him what he had done with his Santa hat, but he wouldn't show me. He flicked his tail at me and went under the toilet. It wasn't there. I checked.
I didn't even find it when we moved! I asked Milo many times, but he refused to tell. He did mention that he prefered dignity to fame and that Hell would defrost before he would wear a hat for a photograph.
He was with me for sixteen wonderful years. He died five years ago. I still miss him.
Good luck finding a home for the hats, incidentally.
WHAT AWESOME STORIES...I AM SORRY FOR ALL YOUR LOSSES.. WE HAVE 3 CATS..ALL SO VASTLY DIFFERENT..BUT ALL FRIENDS...RANGE IN AGE FROM 10- 19..I CANT IMAGING MY LIFE WITHOUT THEM..MAX..KNOW WHEN I DON'T FEEL GOOD..AND IS STUCK TO ME LIKE GLUE...EVEN A TAD OF A HEADACHE AND HE IS ON ME..OR SMACKING ME IF I AM NOT UP BY 5 30... TO GIVE ALL 3 THEIR TREATS IN THE MORN! JOEY IS 19..AND JUST THE BEST...DOESN'T HUNT LIKE HE USED TO...THANK GOD!! ENOUGH RATS BY MY HEAD IN THE MORN!!AND ROXY IS JUST ROXY...LOVEABLE!!I HOPE YOU FIND HOMES FOR THE ADORABLE HATS..AND AGAIN... SO SORRY FOR YOUR LOSS..
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