Monday, March 23, 2015
My mother Helen told this story about Cecil: Helen went to Cecil's house to talk about something, and as she came around the corner, there was Cecil kneeling, weeding her flower bed. Behind her was a line of local cats waiting for her attention. Helen thought that that was her sister to the life. Not only did all of the local humans love her, so did all of the local felines. Cecil nurtured people, flowers, cats and any other living being in her vicinity. I agree with my mom. We both loved her dearly. I'll miss my Aunt Cecil along with my mom. Love, Cousin Nancy
