According to the vet, Lily was born approximately May 28, 1995. She was found in the alley on August 13, 1995. It took a lot of coaxing to get her to come to me. She was scared, tired and hungry. I fell in love with her immediately. It took my husband a week.
About a week after I found her, Lily got very sick. I took her to the vet and he found three sores on her where flies had laid eggs. Those eggs had hatched and larvae was eating her skin and flesh. The wonderful doctor removed these and instructed me how to care for the wounds.
I can't say we tried very hard to find her owner. Whoever had a nine week old kitten running loose in a busy city did not deserve to be their caretaker.
Lily never liked small children and mostly would hide when the grandchildren came. She did, however, love to play their musical books. She would pounce on the buttons and when the music stopped, she would pounce on them again. She would keep repeating this until she grew tired of that game.
Lily was always up and ready to be brushed and fed by 6:00 a.m. This became my husband's job. He would carry on a full conversation with her. Only she never would answer. Whenever we went out, Lily would meet us at the door. She would stretch out on the rug and look at me until I took off my shoes and rubbed her with my feet.
After dinner was Lily's play time. My husband would play TV guide where she would hide under it. Another favorite game was the fishing pole with the string tied on it or chasing the laser light. She would come to me and stretch out and nuzzle my neck with her chin. Then curl up and sleep.
As Lily grew older, she began more vocal. She would talk to us when we talked to her. She also became a traveling cat. It started with two weeks in Wisconsin in a cabin. The last eight years she wintered in Florida with us where she loved the sunshine on the sun porch and would sleep for hours.
Her health began to decline in March 2012. She was hospitalize twice in a month and was in serious condition. She improved until December. Medication helped until May. Once again Lily wasn't eating or drinking. We made the decision on May 15, 2013 to let her rest.
"Never be sad at what is over, just be glad it once was yours."
About a week after I found her, Lily got very sick. I took her to the vet and he found three sores on her where flies had laid eggs. Those eggs had hatched and larvae was eating her skin and flesh. The wonderful doctor removed these and instructed me how to care for the wounds.
I can't say we tried very hard to find her owner. Whoever had a nine week old kitten running loose in a busy city did not deserve to be their caretaker.
Lily never liked small children and mostly would hide when the grandchildren came. She did, however, love to play their musical books. She would pounce on the buttons and when the music stopped, she would pounce on them again. She would keep repeating this until she grew tired of that game.
Lily was always up and ready to be brushed and fed by 6:00 a.m. This became my husband's job. He would carry on a full conversation with her. Only she never would answer. Whenever we went out, Lily would meet us at the door. She would stretch out on the rug and look at me until I took off my shoes and rubbed her with my feet.
After dinner was Lily's play time. My husband would play TV guide where she would hide under it. Another favorite game was the fishing pole with the string tied on it or chasing the laser light. She would come to me and stretch out and nuzzle my neck with her chin. Then curl up and sleep.
As Lily grew older, she began more vocal. She would talk to us when we talked to her. She also became a traveling cat. It started with two weeks in Wisconsin in a cabin. The last eight years she wintered in Florida with us where she loved the sunshine on the sun porch and would sleep for hours.
Her health began to decline in March 2012. She was hospitalize twice in a month and was in serious condition. She improved until December. Medication helped until May. Once again Lily wasn't eating or drinking. We made the decision on May 15, 2013 to let her rest.
"Never be sad at what is over, just be glad it once was yours."
According to the vet, Lily was born approximately May 28, 1995. She was found in the alley on August 13, 1995. It took a lot of coaxing to get her to come to me. She was scared, tired and hungry. I fell in love with her immediately. It took my husband a week.
About a week after I found her, Lily got very sick. I took her to the vet and he found three sores on her where flies had laid eggs. Those eggs had hatched and larvae was eating her skin and flesh. The wonderful doctor removed these and instructed me how to care for the wounds.
I can't say we tried very hard to find her owner. Whoever had a nine week old kitten running loose in a busy city did not deserve to be their caretaker.
Lily never liked small children and mostly would hide when the grandchildren came. She did, however, love to play their musical books. She would pounce on the buttons and when the music stopped, she would pounce on them again. She would keep repeating this until she grew tired of that game.
Lily was always up and ready to be brushed and fed by 6:00 a.m. This became my husband's job. He would carry on a full conversation with her. Only she never would answer. Whenever we went out, Lily would meet us at the door. She would stretch out on the rug and look at me until I took off my shoes and rubbed her with my feet.
After dinner was Lily's play time. My husband would play TV guide where she would hide under it. Another favorite game was the fishing pole with the string tied on it or chasing the laser light. She would come to me and stretch out and nuzzle my neck with her chin. Then curl up and sleep.
As Lily grew older, she began more vocal. She would talk to us when we talked to her. She also became a traveling cat. It started with two weeks in Wisconsin in a cabin. The last eight years she wintered in Florida with us where she loved the sunshine on the sun porch and would sleep for hours.
Her health began to decline in March 2012. She was hospitalize twice in a month and was in serious condition. She improved until December. Medication helped until May. Once again Lily wasn't eating or drinking. We made the decision on May 15, 2013 to let her rest.
"Never be sad at what is over, just be glad it once was yours."
About a week after I found her, Lily got very sick. I took her to the vet and he found three sores on her where flies had laid eggs. Those eggs had hatched and larvae was eating her skin and flesh. The wonderful doctor removed these and instructed me how to care for the wounds.
I can't say we tried very hard to find her owner. Whoever had a nine week old kitten running loose in a busy city did not deserve to be their caretaker.
Lily never liked small children and mostly would hide when the grandchildren came. She did, however, love to play their musical books. She would pounce on the buttons and when the music stopped, she would pounce on them again. She would keep repeating this until she grew tired of that game.
Lily was always up and ready to be brushed and fed by 6:00 a.m. This became my husband's job. He would carry on a full conversation with her. Only she never would answer. Whenever we went out, Lily would meet us at the door. She would stretch out on the rug and look at me until I took off my shoes and rubbed her with my feet.
After dinner was Lily's play time. My husband would play TV guide where she would hide under it. Another favorite game was the fishing pole with the string tied on it or chasing the laser light. She would come to me and stretch out and nuzzle my neck with her chin. Then curl up and sleep.
As Lily grew older, she began more vocal. She would talk to us when we talked to her. She also became a traveling cat. It started with two weeks in Wisconsin in a cabin. The last eight years she wintered in Florida with us where she loved the sunshine on the sun porch and would sleep for hours.
Her health began to decline in March 2012. She was hospitalize twice in a month and was in serious condition. She improved until December. Medication helped until May. Once again Lily wasn't eating or drinking. We made the decision on May 15, 2013 to let her rest.
"Never be sad at what is over, just be glad it once was yours."
