Monday, March 01, 2010
She entered this world under difficult circumstances. One night my son and his roommate awoke to hear screams and shouting from the courtyard of their apartment complex. They called the police who came and took the young man away who had been beating on his girlfriend. The young woman came to their door and asked if Andy and Jason could keep her cat for a couple of days while she found a new place to live. She never came back. The cat was scrawny, sickly and pregnant. After her kittens were born the mother cat died. Andy and Jason fed and cared for the tiny kittens until they were old enough to go to new homes. Grace, the smallest, and her brother, Oliver came to live with us.
She had a fine life, prowling the garden and sleeping on the porch. After Oliver died her favorite place to sleep was at the edge of the garden exactly where he was buried. I always wondered how she knew. She will be buried out back by the bushes with the beautiful little pink roses.
Rest in peace, Gracie.