We had to have one of our cats, Lucy, euthanized last Friday. She had developed what the vet believed was a large tumor on one of her lungs, making it very difficult for her to breath.
Lucy became my cat before Rae Lyn and I were married. The way she became my cat is an interesting story. In the summer of 1995, Rae Lyn had just started a job as assistant manager at the Jacksonville public library. On the first night that she closed the library on her own, she returned to Conway and I met up with her. She suddenly became worried that she had forgotten to lock the side door of the library. Finally we decided to drive back to Jacksonville (about a 50 min drive) and verify that she locked the side door. We got to the library probably around 8:30pm or so and found that she had locked the door after all. So we headed back to Conway, feeling that
we had driven all that way for no reason. About halfway back, driving in darkness in a remote area on a low trafficked highway, I suddenly saw a small cat in the middle of the road and swerved to miss hitting it. I turned around and slowly drove back to where the cat was. She was maybe a week old, and had a little blood on her but otherwise seemed to be in good health. There was only one house nearby, so we took her there to see if the cat belonged to them. Nope. So we decided to take her back to Rae Lyn’s apartment to decide what to do with her. Rae Lyn already had a cat, so she decided she would put an add in the paper to give her away. The following day I decided I would keep her.

So in an odd turn of events, I had a cat (along with the dog, Triple, I had at the time). After a few days I decided to name her Lucy, after Lucy Ricardo, because I could tell she was prone to getting into trouble. What kind of trouble you ask (besides being in the middle of the highway at night)? Well, when she was a kitten I was awaken in the middle of the night several times with her screeching because she had been lying in Triple’s bed and he, being quite old, partially deaf, and partially blind at the time, would lay down on her. When she became a little older I would sometimes put her outside during the day while I was at work. Several times I came home late at night and would find her stuck up a tree, crying. Apparently a dog or something had come through the yard and scared her up the tree, but she wasn’t quite sure how to get down. I would either have to get a ladder or call her for 10 minutes until she got up enough nerve to come down on her own.
As far as cats go, Lucy had several interesting personality traits.
1) She had a “foot fetish”. She never cared to be petted much, but she liked to be rubbed on her head and neck with Rae Lyn’s or my foot.
2) She had a “box fetish”. Anytime there was an empty box lying around, she would find it and get in it.
3) She would squeak whenever she was picked up and she could growl like a dog.
Lucy loved her sister, Grace. They were practically inseparable for 11 years. We’re trying to spend some extra time with Grace now so she won’t be so lonely for Lucy. Lucy was really something special! A very sweet, gentle cat. She was always happy to see us when we got home from being gone. She loved living here with us and we will miss her very, very much.

(Posted by Jonathan and Rae Lyn)