Lusya was the most active and vocal of all our cats. She loved to “talk” to people, as if she really understood what you were saying. Every morning, around 4 a.m., she would go to the bedroom window and start meowing to be let in, like a teenager coming home from a club. As soon as you let her in, she would immediately eat and then curl up beside you to sleep.

She was born from a British cat, but her father was an ordinary neighborhood cat, so her fur color wasn’t the noble gray-ash of her mother. Sometimes it seemed to us that she couldn’t accept the fact that her fur wasn’t like her mother’s, and that’s why she always played in the dust.

And something was always happening to this little one. Since kittenhood, she broke her tail, came home with scratches on her paws, or covered in dirt. But despite her crooked tail and fur covered in dust, she remained our little, beloved fluffy one.

We believe that in other parallel worlds, she still wakes us up every morning, always responds to our voice, and lives her best life.