Her mother “adopted” the crazy English couple trusting them sufficiently with various litters of kittens.
I remember the summer Tilly and her male siblings were born, being cat-sat by their older brother Peppy (who had been abandoned a few months earlier), cautiously venturing nearer and nearer to the house, and being fed disgusting field rats by their mother .
But being cats, they enjoy a nightly wander, chasing nocturnal prey or mooching in the moonlight; sadly Tilly was unlucky. She was a very sweet little cat and will be missed. Tilly joins her brother Charlie who died mysteriously, an unnamed earlier kitten and the ashes of my much missed Rottie-GSD cross, Simba in the garden.
We are blessed and honoured to share this planet and our lives with others – those who also have pets will understand the sadness of losing Tilly.