Strange days

So here;s the quick story, my cat Turkey (yes that was his name) was my best friend for almost 14 years, and on Dec 7th,2004 I had to, put him down. My heart broke then, and I still think of him every day. I used to tell people "No I don't have children, I have a cat!" And for anyone who knew him and me, they understood. He was always there, never judging me(unless I was slow with supper) he always seemed to know just when to purr. Turkey had more personality then most of the people I know now. He was my friend.
I always thought that people where crazy for being so crushed when they lost a pet, I get it now.

Now the strange thing, I have been unable to really allow myself to be sad and cry(other crappy things prevent that breakdown just yet,but I feel it coming) and I thought that I would never be able to see another cat without feeling his lose, well that's turned out to be true, and the reason. My SIL decided that she was going to get kittens(mice and all, okay not the only reason but it helped) so she enlisted my help to obtain these kittens. They came from an apartment building behind my house. They are 6weeks old.

Here is a shot of Turkey in the last few days he was with me,

The other's are on my SIL's site and I will try to post them tomorrow, so that you can see that the one my niece named Turkey, I think just might be him reincarnated..
Hey you never know