Lilly was approximately 3 1/2 weeks old when she was found, in April 1995, among my lilacs and lillies by my dog Quincy. She was a itty bitty baby and so small I could hold in the palm of my hand. Today she is almost five years old and "tons" of fun.
She had to be bottle fed and to this day, she thinks that Quincy is her mother. Since she wasn't raised with her litter mates, she tries to be top cat, but it doesn't always work out that way. Yes, at times Lilly appears to be the cat from hell. She loves you in her own way, purrs alot and never misses a meal, which is evident by her girth.
When I first brought Callie home, Lilly had a hissy fit for a week. I'm glad to say they are now the best of friends and playmates.
I'm delighted to have these two purrfectly lovely little gals in my home.
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