Nikkie
In February 1987 I moved out of my elderly house. That I would have cats was without any doubts. My best friend Monique had raised a nest of four kittens two years before and one of those cats was looking for a new house. Monique had got her back from the old owner who could not take care of her anymore. Keeping her herself was not possible. Nikkie could not get along with her sisters anymore. Without hesitation I said yes when I heard that Nikkie was looking for a new boss (or better 'servant', dogs have bosses, cats have have servants). I named her after Monique, who I often call Nikkie.
Though very shy in the beginning, in time Nikkie started to love people. She even washed the hair of our visitors when she got the chance. A motherly type.
She loved to sleep on my pillow or on that from my ex-husband, Ton. Not always convenient, but cat lovers know... you often let them. Putting yourself in the most impossible positions.
 Nikkie had another strange thing: she was crazy about peanuts, and almost crawled in your neck to get one.
After our divorce she and Pim stayed with Ton. I did miss them very, very much, but it was the best solution. They were by that time used to a garden, which I couldn't offer them. We had good contact, so I could pass by whenever I wanted. And I did that a lot.
Two weeks after Kootje died we also had to say goodbye to Nikkie. That was in august 2002. I went back to Holland to be there when it happened. Her picture is still standing on my dresser.

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