Queenie, came to us from Helen Rodgers, my daughter was working at the local vets at the time and knew Helen. She had been handed in because of her unpredictable bad temper, she wasn’t for the faint hearted!
We had alot of issues with her in the first year. We managed her temper and she gradually wormed her way into our hearts , especially my daughters. When Lucy left home Queenie went with her an inseparable pair to the end. She was very naughty, one time stealing a whole lemon cake I’d made, climbing through a window to try and steal my neighbours roast meat, and escaping too often. On one occasion we found her up the apple tree, I hadn’t realised her climbing skills were that good and had put fat balls up for the birds, all that was left were the strings!
She got through a serious operation on her spine in mid age and made it to nearly 15. She had made us laugh on many occasions and has left a big hole in our hearts when she died this summer. To Queenie !