Happy Birthday...

...to my Quentin. This cat has followed me through life's perils and triumphs and has reached the ripe old age of fifteen today.

She has been there for childbirth, post-secondary, marriage, divorce, excess, break-ups, make-ups and everything in between. She has also had three companion cats and three companion dogs and still she dominates.

Her life was a struggle almost from the start with abuse running rampant and a somewhat nomadic existence. This lifestyle forced her to be defensive and more than a little vicious but the arrival of child mellowed her and she took to motherhood, even if the child was human.

She has finally settled into a life of retirement and peace and no longer feels the need to protect me. She is happy snoozing on top of the fridge or dryer and enjoying the occasional treat of tuna juice on her cat food.

I can only hope the remainder of her years are happy and free of the pain that dominated the first few. She is and always will be number one in my heart that has room for so many more..

Her favourite drink..

Eye of the tiger..