☹️ In 1997 I rescued a kitten from the street, she had been abandoned with her brothers and sisters. They all died that summer apart from her . We named her "Pilpous" which means "Fluff" in Breton. She was the sweetest and prettiest cat in the world, and we strangely felt she was always grateful we gave her a home. She had a wonderful life with my Mum but she was ill. She had been ill for a while now, and she died this afternoon. My Mum is distraught, so am I. I made the most of her when I last went to my parents' and got so many cuddles. I will miss her.