We got Jolly when she was sort of a teen-ager.
She wasn't full grown, and she wasn't a kitten.
She hadn't even grown into her ears yet.
*Thor* said we could get another inside cat.
She was a birthday present to Olivia.
Lydia spent the most time with her though.
Jolly said and did lots of silly things,
but she was always sorry.
She never has figured out what we did with the old kitchen....
She was a very big part of our lives since she was
an inside cat.
She really didn't hate other cats...
she just didn't want them on her windowsill.
So she chewed at their ears.
She liked to play games.
Climb high places....
and not come down.
She was always looking outside.
She wanted to catch a bird.
Climb a tree.
Run around the back yard.
So we put her outside, and then she wanted back in.
I told her she made her decision and couldn't change her mind.
Most of the time she was OK with that.
Sometimes she wasn't.
When you have a pet.....
you never know.....
when it will be...
the last time....
you see them.
We haven't seen Jolly for almost two weeks.
I don't think she is coming back.
It hurts to lose a pet.
We will never know for sure what happened to Jolly.
She is just gone.