Requiem

Little Maggie the cat died last night of complications after her surgery - George found her outside on Sunday morning unable to walk so probably a car. They are collecting her body so she can come home.

She was a dear little cat, big eyes and a lively, pointed, curious face, a star in her own version of the drama of life, always being chased by imaginary foes and outwitting plots against her freedom and emerging glorious victorious to sleep on the bed, totally ignoring the birds. Her coat was tabby and very long, her body curiously short, and I often brushed her while I was there which she didn't like. I am sure she made up stories in her cat head. Reality was just a backdrop for the vivid world of Maggie.