Sometime in 1991 or there abouts, our next door neighbour asked us if we would like "a grey and white tom kitten", the offspring of a rescued cat that presented them with a surprise litter. We, foolishly, said yes, and were handed this little browny/black and white bundle. "He" was, un-originally, given the name "Thomas", but when we took "him" to the vet to be neutered we found we would have to call her something else, so (being very bad at thinking up names) she became Mrs Thomas.

We were very lucky to have her for as long as we did, as in 1999 a lump removed from her chest was diagnosed as cancerous, of a sort that normally is incurable by surgery, the prognosis being that she only had a few months left to her. About eight weeks later two further very large lumps had appeared, and we feared the worst.  However, these were successfully removed and she was very lucky as for the next two years after that second operation she had no more growths.  Unfortunately, late in 2001 a few lumps appeared on her back, and although these were removed, they quickly re-appeared and by March 2002 they finally proved to be too much for her.  

 She was a lovely little cat and we were very sorry to loose her.

Mostly a "Daddy's cat", she was quite happy to have unlimited fussing from anyone. She was a bit fussy with her drinking habits, though:-

Despite her age and the cancer, she was a very lively monster right up to the end, and had managed to keep both Tiggy and Trixie in their places as "under-cats".   The house seems quite empty now that she's gone.

 PS -Now she has gone, Trixie had finally managed to take over the job of "Top Cat", until she in turn was pushed out by Mitzi - aren't cat politics funny!.