Our little lioness April 2003 – February 2014
The first time we met you you claimed my husband as your own, sleeping contentedly on his lap and winning us both over. A few days later you came for a trial stay and it became obvious from the word go that you would be staying long term. Within minutes you had bonded with our seal point and the two of you were curled up together washing one another, you were almost inseparable from that day on.
When a pair of very young moggy kittens arrived unexpectedly you happily made yourself foster Mum to the two of them. The one who stayed with us as an adult cat continued to be mothered by you on a regular basis.
You taught us that it’s not just dogs who play fetch. Your favourite toy was a spider made from pipecleaners, and you were most demanding if we didn’t throw it for you as soon as you asked us to. You were also somewhat insistent about being fussed when you wanted it, pillows existed for stomping on not sleeping on if you wanted attention at bedtime. There was strong competition between you and our ginger girl to receive the most brushing, but you were the one who took to stealing the nail brush and rolling on it if we didn’t give you as much grooming as you wanted.
You did start to slow down, and it was hard to admit it but we knew you were getting old. You were happy though, especially if there was somewhere warm to sleep. If the somewhere warm had another cat to curl up with you were even happier.
Sleep well my little lioness.