Time passes and Blue leaves the group, chosen to have a home. Paws follows. Dyllis continues alone, sitting on a rock with a far away gaze; long, black fur tangled with burrs and dull. How many winters has she?
We take her home. Will she adapt?
Dyllis becomes a princess, light and neat of paw, dainty and delicate, a feather boa wafting from bed, to sofa, to floor; purring beautifully, preening constantly, viewing films of an evening and captivating our hearts.
Daily, she practises her vocals. Should ever she fall again on hard times, she will don her feather boa and strut her stuff.