Chaucer was born sometime in 2002. He had a best friend named Keats. They were a rambunctious pair…they technically belonged to our Grandsons…Keats belonged to Adam and Chaucer to Noah. The kittens spent some time with us here when the family moved from Mapleton to Hawley. They were balls of energy and explorers…our house was not finished yet and they thought it was great fun to walk around in the heat ducts and race around like they were being chased by the devil himself. Unfortunately Keats met an early death so Chaucer became an only cat. Keats is buried on our property along side Keshia Grey another good kitty.
Chaucer our Grandcat
Chaucer loved us and would come running when he heard our voices…he liked to be scratched under his chin.
He was a guest blogger for me one time. What does the cat say.
He was a good kitty. A good friend to both of our Grandsons. They learned all about pet ownership and repsonsibility with the kitty. Yesterday they learned all about the sad part of pet ownership. Chaucer had quit eating and drinking, at the Vets he was xrayed and they found a huge mass in his abdomen….so they said their goodbyes.
Nearly everytime we would visit I took a photo of Chaucer thinking it might be the last one…
Here he was getting some lovin from Far Guy.
Rest in peace Chaucer…we will miss you….you had a good family and a good life.