She liked collecting feathers and was always so proud when she brought one in. Even better were the mice, which she happily shared with her brother. How carefully she carried in butterflies and most times they were undamaged and could be rescued.
Suki thought snow was wonderful and would mieow constantly for someone to go and throw snowballs for her to chase. We would tire of the game well before she did!
Poor Samba is really grieving too. He has only just started playing again these last few days, before that he just slept or sat looking out the window for her. He went round the house, peeking round corners expecting her to pounce on him. Suki may have been small but she was the boss and Samba knew it.
It is so hard at the moment, so many times every day I am reminded of her, I miss her so very much, but I thank God that she came into our lives, and that she had such a happy perfect life even though it was so short. For such a small cat she has left giant pawprints on my heart.