Cat's Story or Bio
Hazel was 17 when she passed on Jan. 31. She loved to be held and especially if you danced to disco music with her. She was very picky about her people, and very devoted to us. Wherever there was a brush, a sunny spot, a high perch, or catnip, you would find her. She liked water and would wait for me to wring out my hair on her after my shower. She was a talker, and always had to have the last word. She loved long hair, and wanted me to wear mine in a ponytail. She gave lots of love bites and would snuggle up to my neck and share my pillow at night. She is greatly missed by all of us. Well, maybe not the dog.