We re-homed Lucy, after Jon found her on his allotment, with her 2 kittens. After some adventures trying to trap mama-cat & kittens, my friend Jackie took one kitten, who now prowls the street where I live, and Jon's parents took in the other. Lucy stayed here.
She was a gorgeous cat.
I toyed with calling her 'Rorscharch', after the blobs you look at in psychology tests, as she had a pronounced symmetrical patterning on her face! And very expressive eyes. This photo shows the black and white pattern really well.
She was always hungry, after having to scrabble about to feed herself and her 2 boys; so after she came to live here, she ballooned in size! It was her weight loss, and lack of interest in food that made me realise she was ill.
Last winter she developed cancer. She had 2 operations to remove tumours, though the vet did say that the long-term outlook was poor.
I managed to keep her going through this horrible, long winter, and we spent some lovely times out in the garden, and sitting peacefully together in my studio; which are lovely memories to keep.
As I got to know Lucy, I realised that she was a 'one-house-cat'; that is a cat who wants to be the only cat in the household. As I have 2 other cats, that wasn't best suited for her. But for the last few months of her life, I shut the door on the other 2, and we spent time together, just the two of us.