Happy birthday, Maggie!
Ten years ago tonight, Maggie became a Coffey.
Maggie spent her first two years living the feline version of “Oliver!” — forgotten, ignored, left to fend for herself in the apartment of a wanton woman. She came home with us on March 17, 1996, and her life changed for the better. She was finally happy and spoiled rotten — playing fetch, flirting with Paul, acking at birds, gobbling down tuna, running the show.
The grand dame of bitchy kitties, Maggie has personality, attitude, intelligence and a real joie de vivre. She rarely forgives and never forgets. But if she loves you, you're blessed. I aspire to be like her one day.
Happy birthday, Maggie Cat. It’s been a great decade, and Otto and I would be lost without you.
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