Our beautiful Lucy died yesterday.
She was 20, a pretty respectable age for a cat.
She had five kittens when she was about 1. Here she is with Jim, her son.
She was the terror of the neighborhood when she was young, but in recent years had settled in to sedate old lady-hood. She woke us up around 6 for a bit of cream, and then she’d go out and sit in the sun on the porch. She was rather personable, in a dignified way. She was never a pest, but she liked to have people around. She was also the softest cat in the world. She did not like dogs, and defended the sidewalk in front of our house from their foul presence. She could be quite fierce. It feels very lonely in our house without her.