by jeanette coleman
lucky was a one woman's cat. when i went out to work,she went out.when i came in from work she came in.i had a coffee and biscuits she had the same.she didn't like men because when my hubby came to bed she used to attack him and more often than not he ended up on the sofa.she was the most faithful little thing that i could had ever wished for,she passed away with a tumour as big as an orange she lived until she was 24 years old.now she's in god's hands.withlove