Once upon a time there was a little orange-and-white kitten. She lived with First Daddy and his roommate. While First Daddy and his girlfriend loved the little ball of fluff, the Nasty Roommate didn't and the kitten would pee on things in retaliation. After a couple of years, First Daddy decided that the only solution was to put his cat down. He had a cat sitter who had been watching this and she knew that in the right home, this purrball would be loving and loved. The sitter knew of a couple who had recently lost three cats and thought they'd be a perfect New Mommy and Daddy.
However, they resisted. They still had two cats, they argued. They'd lost two cats the year before, they noted. The sitter slipped pictures of the New Cat under their door... they fell in love with her. Soon the cat was part of their family: Mommy, Daddy, Big Guy, Little Guy and now Lulu.
For the past six years Lulu has been a shedding, floppy, purring, loving presence in our lives. When I moved North, she stayed with Thing One in Brooklyn and visited occasionally. It was always so much fun to hear her excited "Daddy's Home" when she heard us on the stairs to his apartment. Whenever we spoke on the phone her purr was constant background noise... and seeing her in person meant a lapfull of purr and hair and cuddles.
Last Saturday, Thing One noticed she was drooling a little. It got worse and Wednesday they went to the vet. She had a tumor, aggressive oral cancer. So Saturday we took her back to the vet....
Lulu, thank you for all the wonderful things you brought into our lives. Mommy, Daddy, Bogie and Mallory loved you very much and will miss you always.