Final Thoughts

Patches, Mittens and Mistrie walk around the yard. Empty grandstands, empty cubicles, with plates of uneaten food and hairs left behind on disheveled beds, the only sign 70 plus cats were even here. Walking to the climbing tree they see they didn't dream it all...most everyone signed! The buffet table, almost empty now, the curtains in the kittens room, hang in taters. Paw prints are seen all over, on the race track and on the paths. It is so quiet now. As they walk around the arena, a pink collar catches their eye. The cauldron, once alight with fire, sits stark and cold against the cloudless sky. Memories were made here.

Sadly, they turn to the cabin......it is over.....it was good.