She was getting old and was on medication but seemed perfectly normal in her behaviour.
She came into my life about 2.5 years after Rachel & I were married. Rachel got her when she was younger and since we were married we were renting and couldnt have pets. When we got our own place I let her stay with us.
She was so scared of us at 1st, hiding under the kitchen table. But she came to recognise us as friends and we became best friends. She trusted us enough to come and snuggle right up to us.
She loved being stroked on her head and having her neck rubbed and never stopped purring. She won the affection of many though was viscious to strangers. She never got to like Jonathan (regular viisitor) even when we covered his shoes in cat nip.
She was a scared cat who would hid often but also curious, watching down the hall at the door when the bell rang and stopping for a sniff when being chased.
We had fun with her, the lazer pen provided entertainment for us all, it was fun to see her running around in circles and watch her jump on the red dot for it not to dissapear.
We learned that she loves cheese (not with chillies in) and plain vanilla ice cream. And after a while she learned that it was allowed to sit on a chair at the dinner table with us so we would see her little head peering over the table edge.
She was typically a cat, through & through. Scared, curious, hungry and always seeking the most comfortable spot in the house.
She'll be remembered for lots of things, being scared of bubbles & balloons, falling backwards off the dining room chair, being asbo cat, never liking Jonathan, having a love hate relationship with me, being Bat Cat, chasing the computer mouse on the studio computer/projector screen and really getting into wild life programs on TV with foxes or wolves and many more.
The house now feels a little more empty, with no black shadow in the corner of your eye or under your feet. Nobody to come running to you when you get home or sing silly songs to.
The good news is that while her passing came suddenly and as a shock there was no prolonged period of ilness, it was not a horible death. The morning she died she did as she usually does pestering me for some meat from my sandwich and sitting with Rachel at the table while she ate her breakfast. She was unquestionably happier at our house than she ever was. It's just a shame she couldn't stay a little longer.
See you later Lucky x
