Once Upon A Bathtub...

There sat a cute little kitty who did not belong to us, but wanted to. Instead, the little kitty lived two doors down, but we loved it anyway. We fed, played, and pampered that little kitty. Some time, two years later that little kitty was stolen by someone who lived two MORE houses down. Why? Because he was too lovable. Two weeks later our neighbor found their little kitty, much to our relief. However, that little kitty had become very very sick and very very weak from the stress of not being allowed to go back home. Two days later, he passed away, and now there is no more cute little kitty who sits in the bathtub. RIP little Jayne Fender Cobb (or the cat formerly known as Prince depending on who you're asking).