Mrs Robinson, who first appeared in the lives of the McGovern family in 1990, was a great friend to us. Her intelligence surpassed that of all other previous pets. For instance, she could turn on a light, open a door, and, more remarkably, was able to knock on the door (using the postbox). Her courage through her final illness was a great inspiration to us. Although it must have been painful for her, there were still times when she was a ray of sunshine and times at which she seemed still to be happy in our company. We will never forget her remarkable beauty and elegance and all the wonderful memories she has given us. She loved to sleep on Ruairi's bed--he was her favourite. And to put her paws on his face when he carried her. If she is in heaven, she is waiting for him to arrive. She will never forget him either. Until then, she is in our garden, under a tree beside some daffodils. And the sun shines on her little grave. Goodnight sweet cat. Gentle angels sing you to your rest.