A good friend of mine gave Inky to us and I asked her how he got his name. It turns out, that she wanted a black cat very badly (wanted to call it Inky) and one day she found this little white kitten in her barn. Well, being the kind of caring person that she is, she told herself that this kitten must be her Inky, so although he was white, he got that name. Inky passed away a year or so ago, but we and Rocky have this wonderful painting to remember him by. He liked to sleep with us, right by our heads so had his own little pink pillow. It is till on the bed to this day.
I have to thank my good friend Cindy for these 2 lovely creatures that have been and are a big part of my life.
Aren't friends wonderful????
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