The Story of Lilly Mo
This beautiful animal came into my life in a most unusual way.
Some time ago I chanced upon her while working in my back yard. She hissed at the first sight of me when my hand strayed too close to her and she retreated further into the depths of a stack of old tomato stakes. At the time I didn’t realise she was viciously protecting her litter of two, in a well protected, secluded place.
On Watch… Protecting her little family
When I discovered her little family, I felt so sorry for her as she was only a kitten herself. After a couple of weeks of passive encouragement she decided I wasn’t so bad after all and allowed me to get closer to her. It was a different story with her kittens who ran for cover at every sighting of me and refused to venture out of their citadel until I was gone.
I named this beautiful little cat Lilly Mo being short for Little Mother. It seemed an appropriate name. Her kittens I called Tiger because it had distinctive stripes and Rozy for she had a rosy red nose. I had never had a cat as a pet but that was about to change.
A short time passed and I was beginning to like this lovable creature and her little family and began thinking she was going to make my home hers. She had other plans and with the family about 4 weeks old she moved Tiger and Rozy. I had no idea where. They just vanished one night. Sadly I thought I’d seen the end of them and wished the best for Lilly Mo and her offspring. The next thing I knew she was back with Rozy… Tiger was nowhere to be found.
Lilly Mo disappeared again a few days later and I didn’t see her for weeks. Then one evening she dropped in for a visit… she was going to have another litter.
Once again she vanished only to return some weeks later slim and obviously in need of some love and a good feed. My heart went out to her again… and after several days of searching I found her new litter. She had four kittens this time all as cute as can be.
Then in the dead of night she took them away once again. Not long ago she brought two of the kittens back to my home. They are here as I write this but Lilly Mo is here only sometimes, she is a true “Street Cat” so I don’t expect her or the kittens to remain here.
Though my heart goes out to her and the little ones and she is a beautiful cat, she has her own mind. And though I would like to say I ‘rescued her’ – I think she was just being the best mother she could be and she loves me taking photos of her.
The reason I say “she WAS being the best mother she could be” is that I have now erected a small memorial to her, in a special place my garden. She was killed while crossing the road last night. And my tears have finally come to an end.
RIP Lilly Mo – Dear Friend
The Story of Lilly Mo