1992 (?) - 8.2.2009
Rest in peace, wild lady.
My mother just wrote me a mail that she had to put her to sleep, because she was very sick since a few weeks already. She was 'my' first cat and the first for my mother since I was born. After Kitty lived in our flat for like 2 or 3 years, she migrated to my grandparents, where she could leave the house and walk freely in the wood behind the garden. My grandfather loved her very much, even if he would never have gotten himself a pet. Right now my grandparents are in holiday, I hope my grandfather will take it well. I can't say that I felt that she was my pet anymore since