Farewell Mrs Hissington
She was a fierce and brave cat, very protective of her many litters of kittens. She lived outside my house and I was never able to catch her to take her for desexing.
I looked forward to seeing her every day when I fed her outside the back door, and never minded the ferocious hissing that went along with her demands for food. At the appropriate age, she would sneak her babies into my house to use the litter, steal food and sleep on the couch. They never stayed though, and fled at the sight of me. They were wild little creatures - I caught one once that had got stuck behind the washing machine, and it bit me violently on the thumb. I saw at least 4 litters grow up and leave home over the two years I knew her.
I never knew what happened to her, but she disappeared a while back, so I presume she's dead. A few days later a starving kitten wandered into my house and is still with me - Mrs H's daughter I'm sure.
So goodbye Mrs Hissington - you were a good cat and did your best in a harsh world. I'm sorry you're gone.