Every gang has a matriarch – wise, vocal, full of character. For our family, that role belongs to Lilly, our beautiful, feisty, and incredibly loved cat who turned 21 this February.
Lilly lives with my sister and parents and has been a part of our lives for over two decades. She’s seen it all: new pets arriving, family milestones, changing houses, and countless cuddles. She’s truly part of the furniture (usually quite literally, curled up on someone’s lap).
Speaking of laps, her favourite spot in the world is my dad’s. The moment he sits down, she’s there, purring, settled, and looking utterly pleased with herself. It’s her throne, and we all know better than to interrupt.
Despite her age, Lilly’s still full of spirit. She’s wobbly these days, and we tread carefully around her, but she manages just fine, slowly but surely, and always with purpose (usually heading towards the food bowl).
Food is her other great love. Meal times are serious business, and she makes sure you know it. And if you ever hear a dramatic yowl echoing from another room? Don’t panic, it’s just Lilly announcing that she’s successfully been in the litter tray. She demands acknowledgment. Applause optional, but appreciated.
Lilly has taught us so much about growing older with grace, holding on to your routines, and never being too shy to ask for attention (or dinner). She might be petite and wobbly, but her presence is huge and we wouldn’t have it any other way.
Here’s to our girl. Our lap-loving, food-demanding, litter-tray-announcing queen. Long may she reign. 💖
Lilly definitely likes to let you know when she’s been to the potty or is hungry lol