Hello, Lucy One White here.
As I mentioned a few weeks back, my oldness has been bothering me. I started writing this last week, and then I got too sick to keep writing, so I told Mama Steph what to say for me and she is writing it after I crossed the Rainbow Bridge to go visit my brother Jules and Uncle Toto.
I lived with my moms for a long time, 20 in people years. I had some really good adventures while I was there. My favorite things are mostly playing outside, doing chasing and hunting games. Merry chase was my very best game, where I make my Moms try to catch me and I let them get close and then run away again. It was so fun. I mostly liked to play that game with Mama Bets, but sometimes I’d let Mama Steph play, too. She wasn’t as fun, because her has long arms and she catched me too fast.
I also liked hunting games; I liked the little snakes that I could catch in my yard, and it was extra funny ’cause Mama Steph gets jumpy around snakes. I also sometimes hunted mouses, and there’s one that got away in the house behind the dresser. I’ve been looking for it for years and I think its still there (I caught it and put it outside some 10 years ago–Steph). I Lucy still check on it and look for it.
Eating and drinking has been a good thing for me, too. I’ve written a lot about all my drinking stations, from sink drink to porta puddle to my hose stand fountain. I liked them all, but sink drink is my favorite. I Lucy liked eating a lot. Its hard to believe because in my later years I’ve been really skinny, but I was once a fat cat, with a flap that wiggled when I walked. That was a little hard, and then I was just right for a long time. Seven pounds was perfect for me.
Like all cats, I was a sleeping expert. I knowed all the good places for naps, some of them very secret and private so nobody would bother me. Now that I’ve moved on, I can tell some of them. Under the bed is a good place. There is also a place in Mama Steph’s closet behind her long fuzzy (that’s a robe) that is soft and dark and quiet. My moms would forget that it was one of my good places and get all worried when they couldn’t find me. That was my indoors version of merry chase.
Night sleeping time, I almost always was on family bed, on top of Mama Steph or in her leg valley. Sometimes my brother Jules would get to close to my valley (his place was in her foot valley) and I would yell at him. Sometimes we would have loud discussions about this in the night and my moms would be grumpy about it. I don’t know why they would be so cranky. Weird human stuff, I think.
As I got to be an older woman cat, I did some advanced studies in lap work. I learned how to get on anybody’s lap, no matter what they were doing and how to make sure I stayed comfortable and got the rest I needed. I did very well in these studies and was asked to do instruction for younger cats. I also taught advanced pesting and nagging classes. It was an honor to teach the next generation of cats.
I was a little sad to leave my moms, but I’m mostly happy to be in my new place. My brother Jules and Uncle Toto are helping me out, and I’m meeting some of the other cats from the old neighborhood. The weather is really nice and this weekend we are having a camping trip. I get to stay out as long as I want and don’t have no stinking curfew. I Lucy am happy. Thanks for reading. Goodbye.