We got her when my twin sister and I were just three years old. My moms friends, who owned a pet store, found her in an oil puddle at 3months. We brought her home, much to my father’s dismay. Ironically, the first thing she did was jump into his lap. We lived in a house with an attic in indianapolis at the time, where should would bring us presents in the form of live mice… thanks, i suppose.
She moved with us to Franklin, Indiana where we are now, and has been a wonderful pet. We got another cat and she hated her, and it made her grumpy alot. It brought her much closer, however, to my father, who previously despised her. The past few years she has greeted him in the driveway when he comes home, sitting next to his truck door until he got out, and then following him in. She is extremely loving still to everyone except my sister, who she seems to know brought the other cat home.
Last night we couldnt find her. Today, when I got him from school, she was laying in the hallway all curled up, but something looked wrong. I took her to my dad’s side of my parent’s bed and layed her down, in her favorite spot. She moved around and got comfortable, where she has been since. She isnt opening her eyes now, but when you call her name she twitches her ears. Its so surprising - she was chasing our dog around the other day… she was so lively.
I’m glad she didnt wander off to die alone, however… I want her to be comfortable. She was an indoor-outdoor (mostly) cat. Indoor by day, out by night (usually - she stayed in alot too.) I dont remember not having her - I’ve grown up with her. She raised me I guess - at least she waited till my 18th birthday last month.