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Lucy, as she was called, arrived in my life in late summer 1996 in Longmont Colorado. I had a small apartment and was in the process of leaving Colorado and heading for Raleigh, North Carolina. The best thing I can say about Colorado was I was glad to see it in my rear view mirror as I left. It was a very depressing time in my life for various reasons. A few weeks before I was ready to leave this very small black cat appeared outside my apartment door. She looked to be in good shape and I figured she had wandered away from her home and someone would be looking for her. Once I fed her, I had to go and buy some cat food as I didn’t have any in the apartment, she claimed me. Hell, I didn’t even know if the apartment complex ALLOWED cats. She was a very small cat and pretty quite so I thought I could handle her until I found her owner.
I could not find her owner. No one in the complex would claim her and the results of my attempt to place flyers up around the neighborhood yielded no results. My thinking was I had around 10 days to get rid of this cat. I had the bright idea of taking her to the vet and give her to them to take care of. No such deal! They checked her out and informed me she had been very well taken care of but they were not a pet adoption agency.
I’m getting ready to leave with everything I own in a 4 x 6 U-Haul and I don’t have any plans to take her with me.
Lucy had other plans! After a few angry meows she settled in for the trip to Raleigh. I tried, and mostly succeeded, to find motels that would allow animals. One night I didn’t and left her in the room while I went out for dinner. When I came back she was between the window and the drapes in plain view of the sign that said no pets allowed.
She later became the member of our household that at one time included 5 cats. Lucy was the smallest of them but didn’t take crap from any of the boys. I was always impressed with the way she walked. Like “You want a piece of me? Well bring it on.” After 17 years with a cat they become like one of your children with their medical bills, different personalities, their attitudes and habits.
Lucy’s health deteriorated over the last few years and we had to have her put down yesterday. Today she sits over the fireplace in a Urn with her departed playmates.
Take care Lucy. We miss you already.