Mum and I were chatting about some old furry friends today. We were talking about KC.
She was the funniest cat, not the prettiest, thanx to asthma. But oh what a character, she never held a grudge and even if a horrid person kicked her, she would come immediately back and purr and rub up on them. She was such a dag. No one could help but love her.

She used to follow you to the loo and then sit in your undies while they were around your ankles! KC was one cat that could ALWAYS bring a smile to your face. She thought she was gorgeous and fantastic. And she was in her own way, she just would never win any beauty pageants.

Anyway She passed away while I was at university. Mum was telling me how she passed. KC´s favorite spot in the whole world was ontop of the hot water heater outside the kitchen window. It was warm and she could see what we were all up to.

One day Mum was washing some dishes and she noticed that KC didn´t look up and smooch the window as per usual. So she went out and she had passed away. She looked like she was sound asleep. In her favourite spot, she just peacefully passed away. Mum said she look so peaceful she really didn´t want to move her. Of course she did, and KC was buried under the big tree out the front. She was 18 when she passed and I don´t think there will ever be another like her.

That was just so nice I thought I would share, after all I think that is how we all would like to pass over the rainbow bridge.