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| Name: |
Lucy
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Age: |
Nine years old
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| Gender: |
Female
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Kind: |
Domestic Short Hair
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| Home: |
Ilford, Essex, England
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Cats
have always been a part of my life and for me, a house without one isn't
home. When our previous cat died at the age of nineteen, we turned to a local cat
rescue charity for a new furry house-mate. We considered and were considered
by several very nice kitties but none of them quite 'clicked' until I met
Lucy who was around four months old. She'd been bought from a pet shop by a
young family who quickly off-loaded her on to the charity when they decided
they couldn't cope with three rambunctious children and a lively kitten who was
liable to retaliate when tormented by those children.
Unlike the other cats at the rescue centre, Lucy came boldly out of her cage
when the door was opened and stepped straight on to my shoulder, wrapped her
long tail around my throat and purred like an old Diesel engine into my ear.
That was it; I was totally smitten and, nine years on, am still completely
captivated by this tabby terror. She may be a middle-aged lady in cat terms
but Lucy can and does still race around the house and play like a kitten when
the mood takes her - which it generally does around 4.00 a.m! She adores her
feather-on-a-stick toy which she drags about all over the house and 'talks'
to it very sternly when it doesn't do what she tells it to do! Like a small
child, she will abruptly stop playing when she's tired and simply fall asleep
wherever she is. Falling asleep, though, is much better if it can be done on
our beds and chairs as the pictures demonstrate.
She's a real friend who has the knack of knowing just when I'm feeling low
and need a little bit of feline TLC. She'll spend happy hours on my lap while
I'm reading and even when I'm knitting, so long as I don't mind too much if
the yarn gets chewed! For some strange reason, she loves my husband's feet
and will rub and head-butt his toes endlessly. She really dislikes other
cats. She doesn't fight them, simply runs home in fright whenever she
encounters one and expects us to go out and give them their marching orders.
I tell people she is nine years going on six months!
Last year, she was so keen to be part of our activities that she settled down
in the suitcase when I was packing for a weekend away. Alas, her tactics
didn't work and she had to be content with the 5-star cattery while we went
to a very ordinary hotel. Lucy is a joy and a delight and I find it
impossible to imagine life without her.
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