This is a story about a cat, but it’s not about one of those strays running around Zaring Mill Road.
This one came from a nice, traditional cat family, though road-dropped relatives may have been in the gene pool.
This cat didn’t live in a box in someone’s corner, wasn’t fed anything out of a can or box, didn’t know litter from a ladder and was responsible for her own grooming.
We didn’t know her pedigree. She never saw a cage or a doctor.
But she did know love, survival and the place that was her home.