And so, a pattern was set and we had the pleasure of her visits every day for three long months.
My husband taught her to play with a ping pong ball on a stick and she watched television each night in fascination. She was a sweet creature, which I can only describe as being sort of half dog, half cat. She was beautiful, sensitive and intelligent.
We framed one of her pictures and placed it on the mantelpiece. One morning I came into the lounge and the photo was face down and smashed on the hearth. I knew it was a bad omen and that perhaps she had been killed and sadly, we never saw her after that day.