I Just wanted to update everyone. I found Josette this morning when I was checking up on the hill to see if the grass was dry enough to mow. I found her underneath a tree and sadly found that she was not coming home. It appears that she may have been in a fight with something that injured her however I could not tell because she had been there awhile. I buried her on that hill this morning. I always said that she wasn't a bad cat, she was just misunderstood. I understood her and I will miss her.
I hope you will allow me a quick dedication. I will always think of Josette when I hear the song Scarlet Begonias:
As I was walkin' 'round Grosvenor Square
Not a chill to the winter but a nip to the air,
From the other direction, she was calling my eye,
It could be an illusion, but I might as well try, might as well try.
She had rings on her fingers and bells on her shoes.
And I knew without askin' she was into the blues.
She wore scarlet begonias tucked into her curls,
I knew right away she was not like other girls, other girls.
In the thick of the evening when the dealing got rough,
She was too pat to open and too cool to bluff.
As I picked up my matches and was closing the door,
I had one of those flashes I'd been there before, been there before.
Well, I ain't always right but I've never been wrong.
Seldom turns out the way it does in a song.
Once in a while you get shown the light
In the strangest of places if you look at it right.
Well there ain't nothing wrong with the way she moves,
Scarlet begonias or a touch of the blues.
And there's nothing wrong with the look that's in her eyes,
Had to learn the hard way to let her pass by, let her pass by