I decided to relate Tatiana's story because she means so much to me. She is also part of and a continuation of Bill, my late husband, because she shared our bed for eight years. She is my doughty, plucky, four-legged friend who takes the bite out of living alone. After she had a very sad, troubled kittenhood, we adopted her. Soon she established herself as the chief occupant of our large home. Our days together began not with a cup of tea but with playing with Tatiana because she would usually be patiently and inquisitively staring at us while we woke up. Her chirruping noise was a greeting to entice us to play her games.
I was born in Dublin, Ireland, the only girl in a family of six boys. My parents, Catherine and Joseph, ran a cattle farm about twenty-five minutes from Dublin City Center. At an early age, I was sent to a private boarding school for young ladies. I decided to study biomedical science and later worked in Trinity College, Dublin; Iraq; and the University of Zurich, Switzerland, where my husband, Tom, soon joined me when he took up a position as an academic lecturer. We later set up an extremely successful academic institute in Switzerland. We traveled worldwide privately and for business. While we were on business in Turkey, Tom died suddenly from a brain hemorrhage. Through this trauma, I was alone and also had to return to Ireland for his funeral. Then I went to Switzerland to take over my late husband's directorship of our international management institute. Four years later, I met Bill out of the blue-a manna from heaven. After sixteen years of bliss, dear Bill died suddenly too. My trauma once more was unbearable. Now I am with my little gem, my cat Tatiana, who has been with me through thick and thin and whose story is now published.