Angie came to us on Christmas Day about 10 years ago. She left us early Canada Day, 2018.
Originally part of a feral colony supervised by my in-laws, Angie was a wee handful when she was introduced to us that Christmas Eve. The next day, she was plunked into my wife’s hands, and came home with us. With her respiritory issues, we weren’t sure if she would make it.
Originally about the same size as the small stuffie we put in the bathroom with her to keep her warm, she started to grow, and soon was running around the house.
One of our favourite things as she was growing up was to put her on our daughter’s bed across the hall and then call, “Cheese Gromit!” and watch her leap off the bed, race across the hall and bound up on to our bed to receive a piece of her favourite: Havarti.
In the warmer weather she liked to sit in one of the driveway windows and “ack-ack”at the birds and the squirrels. Sunning herself between the curtains and the window was also a favourite pastime of hers.
Now, she has a permanent sunny spot with all the birds and squirrels and warm bellies.