She and my dog jimmy (he died two years ago) survived a fire we had seven years ago. They and another cat we had named Fluffy were all huddled together under the trailer as it burned. They were soaked from the firefighters water trying to put it out. I remember how mortified I was when I heard about the fire and feared the cats were inside and how joyous I felt to learn that they hadn't been inside. Nothing else mattered knowing that my babies were all ok. Fifi wouldn't come out for anyone but me.
She was my baby. Princess Fifi, as she sure thought she was. I would tell the kids that they could tell her anything. Just sit with her and pet her gently and tell her all their troubles and she would keep their secrets. She'd never tell anyone. She always knew when I needed that. Fifi is now buried next to Jimmy.
Thank you for wanting to hear about her. She was a special friend. I knew she was getting up there and had worried about losing her. But I can't imagine her not being there laying on top of my nicely clean clothes I just folded. The rest of the bed with nothing on it and she's laying on my freshly laundered and folded clothes. Probably a dark shirt that will be all covered with her fur now. She loved to do that. I will post more later.
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