"she was a cat and a half"
She really really was. I was looking at photos of when she was a tiny dot of a kitten earlier on, for those not familiar with her early years..her existence came by pure chance, someone my parents knew ran a local riding school & stables and she incidentally bred ragdolls, a naughty queen escaped and got rather friendly with some of the feral toms kept on the yard for mousing, the litter were seen as pure inconvenience and put out to fend for themselves when old enough, we took the kits we could find as they had took up residence with one of the terriers there, we found good homes for the others and kept the naughty tortie. She instantly clicked with our old jack russell who mothered her something rotten, I stick by she was never quite clear whether she was feline or canine..but she was the boss of them all, always of a demure and small stature she still ruled the house with an iron paw. From mastering how to catch bats, to having a certain illicit passion for taking advantage of rolling in after a few cheeky vimtos with a kebab by devouring the hot sauce off it, amongst other things. Until recent times she kept her health well only visiting the vets for jabs, to be speyed, once after getting beaten up by a big feral and another for knocky teeth. A true diamond of sorts. Known locally for often plodding along behind me and an array of different breeds of dogs on walks over the years, she really was one in a million. The house is horribly quiet without her, and the animals are still in a state of mourning as am I. It's just very quiet, and a lot less fun without her. Not bad for "just a moggy" eh?