Quincy, my lovely Quincicals, got his wings today.
I got Quincy when he was about 7 months old, making him just a little younger than Jaspar. He adored the dogs and I am sure he thought he was one of them rather than one of those other pointy eared felines in the house! He loved the dogs so much that they often considered him a pest -- he constantly wanted to rub against them or curl up with them and was not at all put off if one barked a warning or tried to discourage him . If they were all racing around the sitting room and rolling on their backs and playing, he would flop into the middle of them and enjoy being banged around. He liked using his one remaining front paw to whack at their tails. He also had a funny habit of propping himself on his front leg stump on the stairway to look out through the bannister rails and keep an eye on everything below. Often you'd look up from the sofa and see a little ginger head sticking out like a gargoyle.
He had the most cheerful personality I've encountered in a cat, which matched his glowing ginger colour. He was truly a little character and his absence will leave a big hole in my house. I've arranged to have his ashes so he can remain a part of the family and near his dogs, though he will always be with us in spirit.
Lucy and Quincy:
Quincy with his beloved cavaliers:
Sitting with his cat friends, for a change :