Pandora first came into my life in September 2003 at a Summerland Grove Mabon celebration. My friend Shell brought kittens, and she was threatening to take them to the animal shelter if no one took them home that night. At the time, Memphis Animal Services had a terrible euthanasia rate (hovering in the high 80% range!), and Pandora pretty quickly imprinted on me. I knew I didn't want her to go to the shelter! So I left that night with a new baby kitten.
A few months after I took in Pandora, I broke up with my then-boyfriend Shane and quickly met current partner Paul. So Paul has been the only dad Pandora has really known. She also briefly had a baby sister, when we took in street cat Alexius. But Alexius had FELV and only lived a very short time.
But for the rest of Pandora's long life, she was the only girl (besides me) in a house full of boys. And she ruled the roost. All the other cats and dogs knew she was Queen, and for the most part, no one messed with her. Well, sometimes Maynard would try to nudge her out of her favorite chair, but she'd usually resist, letting him push her butt with his nose while refusing to move.
Pandora lived a long, healthy life with hardly any trips to the vet (aside from a few routine check-ups) over her 16 years. But this past summer, she started sneezing blood. She was checked for allergies and treated with a couple different antibiotics and an anti-fungal, none of which helped at all. Finally, the vet deduced that she had a nasal tumor, which meant her days were numbered.