In the fall of 1996, I decided I wanted a third kitty. We had two male middle-aged cats at the time. I figured I needed a female kitten to ensure the least amount of problems with introducing a new cat. On my lunch hour, I went to the shelter and they only had one kitten if you can believe it. Actually, she was at least a few months old. She was sleeping in her litter box and looked up at me with her green eyes with the same expression she still uses every once in a while today. Also, the rare times she’s boarded, she’ll sleep in the litter box. I think it somehow gives her a feeling of security. I’ll bring her bed to the boarding place but she’ll still choose the litter box. Fortunately, they always keep them clean.
I went back to the shelter the next day, Saturday, to bring her home. As soon as she alit from the carrier, she immediately took over our home and the two resident cats. Strangely, at some point later, she became very fearful of strangers. We can’t pinpoint when that happened, but in her early ears she was gregarious and sociable.
She loved playing with the plastic ring on milk jugs. She’d go to any lengths to chase them and sometimes even brought them back to me. We’d play on the stairs. Up and down she’d go. She was tireless, and she kept a trim figure. Those days have long gone. Some things that haven’t changed are her pretty green eyes and her sweetness with a dash of sass. I love her so much.
In celebration of Lucy’s 14th Gotcha Day, let’s party! I have all of Lucy's favorites: ham and roast beef and vanilla ice cream and marshmallows.
There’s music, catnip, crinkle balls, “pillow garden” stations and two unmade beds with clean sheets.
We also have party favors for when you leave. The bones are for the doggies.
If you're a human, we have a t-shirt for you:
Thanks so much for coming! Stay as long as you like!
