Meet Lily...

Lily is our five and a half year old Ragdoll X.  So named for her interest in a lily plant we had when we bought her home, not because I am a mad cat lady (reports suggest those who name their pets after commonly used children's names are trying to replace the fact they have no children, this is not true in our case).

We stumbled on Lily after searching for a cat for some time.  Our Blue Russian, Monte, had passed away four years earlier and we thought it time we adopted a cat looking for a loving home.  We tried the RSPCA and local animal shelters, all to no avail.  We even, against our better judgement, tried a pet shop, only to find the kitten were lucky to be 6 weeks old, which infuriated me no end (how can they be allowed to sell kitten this young?).

Then..  A few days later..  Walking down the main street of our local shopping strip there was a sign in the local florists window: "kitten free to good home".  I could see my poor husband sigh, he only had a few stipulations about us adopting another pet: no kittens, no long hair and definitely not white..  You guessed it - Lily is/was all three.  24 hours later she came home with us.

Our furniture has seen better days, she is mischievous, sometimes down right naughty, and our house looks like an igloo 24x7 because she malts 24x7.  But you know what, we wouldn't have it any other way.  She is definitely a welcome addition to our very mad house hold.  Fair to say she fits right in.