My poor little cat, Holly, Died this afternoon after a short illness.
She was 17, and had recently gone blind. Death was a blessing for her, as for so many when the time comes. I will miss her!
Holly came to us 15 years ago from Cats Protection.
We had got a little tom, Mr Tibbs, who is still with us, but as a young energetic cat, his attitude was 'Play with me or I WILL play with you'!
We got Holly to keep him amused - it worked!
The day after she came we got a phone call, from CP, warning us 'Watch out, Holly can open fridges!' - too late, our tea was in the cat!
We got a child fridge lock, but whenever it didnt click on properly she was back in the fridge at night helping herself!
She always kept us amused with her cute ways, EG: she loved chasing sunlight reflections from my watch on the carpet and rolling luxuriously, as only cats can, on concrete!
When I got back from work in the evening, Mr Tibbs would meeow incessantly till he was fed, then Holly would sit by my chair till I sat down and jump lightly onto my chest and stare at my face for a minute at about 3" distance, tickling me with her whiskers, then, after I had stroked her, she would circle round for some quality lap time!
I will remember her!