She fought her way to Chris in a torrential downpour because she wanted to live.
She was feisty and she was willing to fight for what she wanted.
She was little, maybe 5 weeks old, soaked to the skin and cold as ice by the time Chris picked her up.
We didn't know if she'd make it home. She did. She was chewing on my metal jacket zipper pull before long.
We had no idea she was white until we cleaned her up. She looked to be grungy gray at first sight.
It didn't take long before she had us both wrapped around that furry little foot.
You seldom wondered what her opinion was because she was only too happy to share it with you. And she always had an opinion.
She was vocal about what she wanted. She'd put others in their place (vacuum included) if they dared to cross her.
She could be temperamental and if you were going to be around her, it was best to learn the signs and give her wide berth when she was in a mood.
Her love for us was bottomless.
Her spirit was so incredibly strong....over 20 years strong.
However, her body was not. It simply gave out on her.
We have a cat-shaped hole in our hearts, and yes, we grieve.
Still, we're so glad she chose to spend her twenty years with us.
June '92 - October '11