This morning my cat wasn't, as she normally is, sitting on the audio interface in the studio. The other cat seemed agitated; he was yapping, a trick that's normally hers. As opened the verandah door to go look for her, I heard her; she was outside the back door, more or less where she is in this picture, but collapsed, ill and in pain, and oh, to cut a long story short it wasn't one of those things cats recover from.
The garden was her domain. Her first taste of outdoors was here, she chased the rats from the shed, stepped fearlessly along the shed roofs and fences, and scaled the dizzy heights of the trees. She drove off all comers, even the biggest of toms.
From kitten....
To Queen:
She lived here, played here, died here.
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