Yestereday was the first aniverasary of the death of my cat Lucy-Susy. That baby had been with me for fourteen years and had transformed from being a cat into a blessing. I'm not over her yet. She slept with me from day 1 and even when I was working odd hours for the Tennessean and sleeping like from 9am to 2 or 3 she would climb up there and snuggle in my armpit. She liked the outside in good weather and she could hear my vehicle coming up the street and would meet me at the end of the drive. It was a special relationship and I'll always remember it.