My kitty-cat, Lacie, lost her ninth life this morning.
After 15 long years, she was hit by a car near our house.
We got Lacie from my piano teacher in 1996--she was the runt of the litter. I had to keep a special eye on her as a kitten because she had respiratory problems. I chose her name because of the pretty white collar that circled her neck. Lacie enjoyed catching field mice and shrews. After eating them, she would proudly leave select rodent organs at our doorstep. In latter years, she adopted my dad as her best friend. She would keep dad company while he worked in the garden or in his orchard.
