The star of My Cat Likes to Hide in Boxes, Miss Lily White, passed away peacefully on Monday evening, after a short battle with an unknown illness.
Lily was a Lower Hutt foundling, rescued from a woman with pleurisy and a five o'clock shadow. (Seriously. Pleurisy! I thought it was some 1950s disease that no one got any more, since we now all have plenty of gumboots.)
Most likely to be found curled up in front of the fire (or in a box if you've left one lying around), Lily also loved to sit on your lap. Every night of Milkbaby's gestation she slept next to me on the bed, curled somehow around my growing belly.
I thought we might have to play recordings of a cat purring to get Milkbaby to sleep after he was born.
Milkbaby was present at her death, and was completely oblivious to the emotion and high drama. He shook my keys and pointed wildly at random things in the room, saying dah, did, doh, doh. It was only fair, I said afterwards, since she was completely oblivious to the emotion and high drama at his birth.
|Lily, relaxing in front of the fire at Milkbaby's birth|
Her gentle, quiet nature will be missed around here.
Goodbye Miss Lily White.