Rude · Sunday August 24, 2008 by Julie
Lucky was a one-man cat. She fell in love with Tycho when they were both kittens. They had many adventures together, most of them involving either blankets or shrubbery. After Tycho left, she moved into a position of ill-tempered dominance, slashing at any human or cat who dared look at her funny. When Tycho came back to visit, she was able to relax, once so much so that she trotted up to him and threw up. It was a touching thing to see.
Lucky had one whangy eye, soft white fur, and an ear-shatteringly piteous yowl that she deployed whenever she wanted to find somebody or complain about the quality of service. In return, she fed us rats and sat next to us wherever we might be.
In her last year, when she began to lose weight, we fed two or three cans of moist food a day, much to the indignation of the other cats. The dog would guard her, watching carefully to make sure the other cats didn’t filch from her bowl, and telling on them if they tried. Lucky seemed to feel that having an armed guard was just about the level of service she deserved. She would sit on the rug facing away from the dog, purring and growling in about equal measure.
We will miss her.
