Daisy was a very funny, sweet, dainty little cat...always getting into trouble - she broke a lampshade the first week she was with us!

She became even prettier as her fur came in and fluffed out. She had a wonderful tail. She was great with Magic, but not as friendly with me, so I took time alone to bond with her. She never became a lap cat, but was huggy and sweet. She had that cute Aby trait of standing on her tip toes and wiggling her tail in a straight up position.

She was very smart and loved to play with toys and games. She also liked to get into trouble, running in the basement and getting dusty. She and our other cat, Frank, followed Magic everywhere. She liked to bat the pendulum on my wall clock. She also stole beanie babies to put them in the water dish or bat them around and get them all dirty. I finally gave her some of her own. She sneaked upstairs and found a box of paper flowers and every chance she got she would run up there and get more. She played with them and walked around with them in her mouth. Very funny!

Daisy was the greatest mouser I ever had...,maybe I should say the ONLY mouser...and she was fabulous! She caught lots of mice for me and she was an inside cat! Sometimes I rescued the mouse if it was alive but just stunned...I put them back outside. But most of the time, she finished the job. One morning I woke up in the dark and felt something wet in my bed. I was so tired, I didn't want to get up til the alarm went off, so I moved over and fell asleep again. Then later, I checked out the bed again to clean up the mess, and saw that it was not vomit, but a dead bloody mouse. Daisy had brought me a gift! She was standing on the bed smiling looking very happy. I told her how proud I was of her and how brave she was. That's how she got her nickname "BraveHeart." She was a brave hunter and this last time was only a few weeks before she died.

In January of 2003, Daisy started getting sick, throwing up and not feeling very well. Three different vets said it was food allergies. She was treated for that, but only got worse. One day in early July, she fell off the bed and started to cry. I took her to the vet and she had almost no red blood cells left. We took her to the emergency vet, but no one could do anything for her...they didn't really even know what was wrong. But she was clearly in distress and after 2 days of trying to help her, we made the difficult decision to put her to sleep. She was 5-1/2 years old. It was devastating to me and the other cats missed her so much too. We found later that she had lymphoma...unfortunately it never even showed up on the many tests she had. I got Seana 8 days later and she has turned out to be a wonderful cat.

Daisy will alway be remembered as a beautiful, sweet little cat, with a musical, lady-like voice and a mischievous personality. She will always be loved and never forgotten.