Lucy was a lot like her cat, Lilian. Lilian had blonde fur and blue-green eyes. Lilian even had the little birthmark on her ear. The way Lilian walked around like she owned the world. And the way people stepped back because they knew she wouldn’t move for them. Lilian acted as if the world was a chess board and the people were her pawns. She would love you one day and glare menacingly at you the next. Any small thing could tick her off and when you ticked her off she got angry. Nothing physical though. Never physical. She’d mess with your desk or house and you wouldn’t know it until it was significant to the time. She did something so small it but it could ruin your reputation in the blink of an eye. That’s why people were scared of her. Nothing they saw, but the implications she left.

Lucy loved her cat. Lilian loved her owner. They say a pet it like their owner. Lilian was almost exactly like Lucy. Not only appearance wise, but actions.