Lucy was my Mum’s cat, or I should say she adopted my Mum and Dad, more than fifteen years ago. She actually belonged to the neighbours three doors away, but decided she liked the company at my Mum and Dad’s house better.
We don’t know how old she was, but she’d had a kitten – Bungy, who also visited my Mum and Dad. With Lucy you knew who was boss and poor old Bungy certainly did. Many a time she’d give him a good slap with her paw, but I think she loved him really. Sadly Bungy didn’t live very long, but Lucy just went from strength to strength.
When my Dad was ill with Parkinson’s disease, it was like she knew to be extra kind to him and when he died, she became a faithful companion to my Mum.Before she became ill, she was a really fat old thing, but she could still negotiate my Mum’s steep stairs and jump up on the table
if she had a mind to.
Lucy had a fine long life and lived in a home where she really was loved and pampered. She will be sadly missed by all of us,but it will be comforting to think that she is up there somewhere with Bungy, reminding him, in case he had forgotten who’s the boss.