Fancy, the manx, was born in rural Oklahoma and came to her family when only weeks old. Not quite ready to leave her mother, she would climb up Bigstreetrod and root in his thick beard, then fall asleep on his shoulder. Her name of Fancy was quite apt. She knew her greatness and glory, and that she was not like other cats. She never formed friendships with cats; making humans her tribe. At the age of six years, she decided she was no longer living outside with the riff-raft and became a total housecat. She never once showed any inclination to go outside the house again. The door could be left open, and she would sit and look out from the safe distance of four feet.
Already advanced in age, when she was uprooted to move to Alabama, she nevertheless made the annoying journey and settled into the new home, where she occasionally fought an outside cat bravely through the closed window. She kept her human company when other family members were slow in moving.
When we look back through the years, we remember Fancy and all that she gave us, many times when we did not realize. There were sick days for her human, and she lay close to her human each afternoon for a nap. She also was always close on wakeful nights. She lived a life of highest dedication (if not always shown) to her humans. She will be sorely missed.
Fancy is survived by Punk, M&M, both from Oklahoma, and Miss Kitty, a debutante of Alabama.