Princess was the best cat. She was loyal, sweet, fiesty, and adorable. She loved me. I went for a walk in the woods with some family, and even though Princess was very tired and pregnant, she followed us the whole way there, and I carried her all the way back. We were best friends. Princess also had a sense of humor. One day, I went outside to feed her, she had what looked like a rubber fish lure in her mouth. I tried to take it, but she wouldn't let go. I told her to put it down so I could see what it was. She seemed hesitant. But she dropped it and the thing zipped right at my feet. I screamed and started running. It was a little blue lizard and the thing couldn't leave me alone. I ran around the yard, the lizard at my heels. I got back to the porch and Princess picked up her treasure, gave me the "You-Asked-For-It" look. That was one of our last days together. She was, a few days later, run over by a car on purpose. Her kittens were never born. RIP, sweet baby. I love you.