Yesterday was a sad day as we lost Lily. Way back in 2014 I adopted two cats, Mum Cleo and daughter Lily. They had been rescued from a shed. Cleo and her litter of seven. Lily was the only female kitten. When I got her she was very, nervous and spent the first few weeks hiding on the top of the cupbards in the utility room. Over time she settled down but was always nervous of strangers and even of us at times, but was also a bit adventurous and loved being outside. If the door was shut so that she couldn't get to the cat flap, she would really howl and cry!
We didn't see her at all on Tuesday and normally you could set your watch be her if it was food time, so we were a bit concerned and even more so when there was no sign of her yesterday morning. Then a neighbour phoned to say that Lily was in her carport. We went round thinking she mst be hurt as otherwise she would have run away. Sadly she had died, obviously trying to find her way home. The vet said it was almost certain she had been hit by a car even though there were no obvious injuries, apart from her claws.
She was a real witches cat with a ridiculously long tail which tended to send things flying off the coffe table.