The sweetest, gentlest girl came to live with us in 2005. This is her -
She didn't look like that then. We got a call from Lincoln Cat Care that a cat living on the streets was in a bad way and would we take her to the vets? We rushed over and found a starving, emaciated, very smelly cat who could hardly stand. On the way to the vet, she put her head out of the box and my mother said, "Look at that pretty face, we shall keep you and call you Pansy because you have a face like a flower." I pointed out that we didn't know if it was a boy or girl. She said, "With that face? She's a girl." 'Pickle' was added later when we found she liked to think of herself as a cheeky monkey always getting into a pickle.
The vet said she was close to death and had been on the streets for a long time. He couldn't understand why she shook and kept her in. It turned out she had Feline Cerebral Palsy and we think the breeder threw her out when they realised she couldn't be sold. A couple of weeks (and hundreds of fleas) later, there emerged a loving, fun, gentle, trusting, brave and faithful soul who adored our dog Jack.
She never let her disability stop her doing anything, although it meant she couldn't climb so mummy put her on top of walls and wardrobes and window ledges, all of which she loved. She particularly loved to come into the attic with me and clamber round the rafters. She hated being groomed but put up with it like the little angel she was.
Although she was tiny, her presence was huge and there is a big void in our lives now. Dearest girl, we miss the sound of you running around upstairs, your quiet purring, cuddling you at night, the joy of watching you wash, your fluffy paws, your snow-white chin, the sweet smell of your fur, your welcoming stretch whenever we came in the room. Above all, we miss your own sweet, loving self. I hope you are with Jack now and that you can climb and leap and run without end. Mummy will always love you XXX
She didn't look like that then. We got a call from Lincoln Cat Care that a cat living on the streets was in a bad way and would we take her to the vets? We rushed over and found a starving, emaciated, very smelly cat who could hardly stand. On the way to the vet, she put her head out of the box and my mother said, "Look at that pretty face, we shall keep you and call you Pansy because you have a face like a flower." I pointed out that we didn't know if it was a boy or girl. She said, "With that face? She's a girl." 'Pickle' was added later when we found she liked to think of herself as a cheeky monkey always getting into a pickle.
The vet said she was close to death and had been on the streets for a long time. He couldn't understand why she shook and kept her in. It turned out she had Feline Cerebral Palsy and we think the breeder threw her out when they realised she couldn't be sold. A couple of weeks (and hundreds of fleas) later, there emerged a loving, fun, gentle, trusting, brave and faithful soul who adored our dog Jack.
She never let her disability stop her doing anything, although it meant she couldn't climb so mummy put her on top of walls and wardrobes and window ledges, all of which she loved. She particularly loved to come into the attic with me and clamber round the rafters. She hated being groomed but put up with it like the little angel she was.
Although she was tiny, her presence was huge and there is a big void in our lives now. Dearest girl, we miss the sound of you running around upstairs, your quiet purring, cuddling you at night, the joy of watching you wash, your fluffy paws, your snow-white chin, the sweet smell of your fur, your welcoming stretch whenever we came in the room. Above all, we miss your own sweet, loving self. I hope you are with Jack now and that you can climb and leap and run without end. Mummy will always love you XXX
