My dear, sweet witch cat, our beautiful black girl. She looked black, but in sunlight you could see she was actually darkbrown stripey with one white whisker.
She would talk to you & especially in the morning in the bathroom friendly ask you to please open the tap so she could drink.
She always came in to our bedroom for a morning cuddle & when I was ill she would sleep by me side.
When we went to pick her from the litter, we already decided on her name & when we entered the village the radio played Josephine by Chris Rea. My magical witch cat, Fientje.
A. found her yesterday in the early evening, she died probably due to a stroke not even 8 years old.
The boys & Cobus had their time to say goodbye & I did a lot of crying after the boys went to sleep. This hit me harder than I ever imagined...
She will be deeply missed.