And Lucy loves to be a crank.
This is Lucy. She is the oldest of my three cats at about 17. As I like to say, Lucy has seniority.
I got her when I saw a sign that read "Free Kittens" in front of a neighbor's house.
Some things about Lucy:
She loves catnip.
She likes to sit right on the very edge of things. I think it is so she can make a fast getaway.
She once escaped from the house for three days.
She came back from that adventure knocked up.
She had three kittens that I gave away by putting up a sign that read "Free Kittens."
She is a very thin, kind of pointy-looking cat.
She is the epitome of how I would describe cat-like agility: so graceful, yet fast and strong.
She likes to sleep in a bucket with a towel in it.
She got very sick last year and I didn't think she was going to make it.
She was described by the vet as a "miracle cat" because she did make it.
She has a bald spot on her neck as a result of her mystery illness.
She will never regrow fur there, so she has a little cut-off sock that she wears to cover it.
She hates to have her belly touched in any way.
She can't stand George, but will tolerate Aspen.
She has the best meow. It is so loud and expressive and well-enunciated.
She says each syllable of it distinctly: meeeOWWW; and you can see her mouth form the sounds.
Anyway, I figured since you met Aspen and since George is everywhere on here (because he is a pushy camera hog), that you should meet Lucy.