To my beloved Flossy I miss you so much and regret not being there when you passed away,
You were such a character, grumpy, then affectionate. How Britney tortured you from the moment I brought her home as a kitten, jumping on you but other times sleeping close to you and rubbing noses with you at the food bowls. She misses you too, she is like a little lost soul.
I hope you were not in any pain in the end and went peacefully in your sleep and you are now at rest.
I will never forget the 14 years you were with me and am lost without you constantly jumping on my lap even when I sat down for a second.
You remember one of those photos where next door’s cat scratched your nose? You looked so sorry for yourself I shouted at him so much.
Love you and will remember you always my sweetie xxxxxx
Karen
"Of all the [cat] toys available, none is better designed than the owner himself. A large multipurpose plaything, its parts can be made to move in almost any direction. It comes completely assembled, and it makes a noise when you jump on it."
Stephen Baker