Once upon a time there was a lonely young maiden. She sat in waiting for her fiance to arrive from a far away land. Needing comfort she decided to take comfort in a cat; hoping to assuage her misery.
She searched high and low through the Craigslist debauchery when at last she came across a small, female feline named Lucille Ball.
To the land of Skokie she trudged. Onto the CTA train she snuck. Home at last with her new friend.
Lucille Ball became Lucy Julsaint in an instant for she was not even red haired.
Together the lonely young maiden and the cat renamed Lucy bonded, loved, and lived happily ever after ...
Until.
The fiance arrived from the far away land. In that far away land, Lucy would was considered a tasty meal. And her life was at risk.
The young maiden begged the skeptical fiance not to cook the cat - she tried to convince him of Lucy's exuberance for life, her cuddles of love, and approving purring. He soon acquiesced and begrudgingly allowed the cat to remain.
Lucy returned to her blissful life of window napping, bird watching, and princess demands.
Until.
The young maiden was with child.
Lucy protested! She pawed at the baby in the belly, sang the songs of her people all night long, attempted smothering the belly and squishing the young maiden. All for naught.
The baby was born. She came to live in Lucy's palace. Not knowing the cat's aversion to spastic movements, bursts of tears, and Lucy's general disdain for anything taking the young maiden's attention away from her petting routines, the baby grew.
She grew and she grew and she grew. Until she could crawl, then walk, and finally chase. With each stage Lucy's anxiety grew. She constantly cried out! "Stop finding me! Don't touch me! Give me space!" But her cries for help were lost to the child who viewed her as a battery operated stuffed animal.
So here's where the story remains. Lucy is perpetually in hiding, the child has honed her hunting skills, the search is on...
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