I came across this photo of Flo cleaning her paws, as she did several times a day. She had the independence of a barn cat and the affection of a domestic cat. She sure got to me and made me into a cat person. When she was living in the woodshed, she would come down when I was gathering the firewood and flirt with me.

I did fall in love.

She died over a month ago; we found her dead in her hearted cat house in the basement, which she shared with Minnie.