Delia was a gamblin’ girl
She gambled all around.
Delia was a gamblin girl
She laid her money down.
All the friends I ever had are gone.
I’m not sure what I was thinking back in 1993 when I named that pudgy little kitten Delia after a very sad folk song, except that at the time I was listening quite a lot to Bob Dylan’s World Gone Wrong recording, which contained a fantastic version of the tune.
She was William’s pal for a few years and then after Spud joined the outfit, her and Spud were inseparable for a long time. She outlived poor Spud and became Queen. Stubborn. Cranky. Determined. She craved attention and affection but at the same time, affection was almost too much for her to bear. She never liked to be picked up. She hated going to the vets most of all.
Her best moment occurred close to 15 years ago. She killed a mouse and deposited it on my pillow, an inch from my eyes so when I awoke I would see it right away. I did, then I saw Delia watching, purring, a foot away.
She’s been fading over the past year, but Delia was no quitter. Today, finally, she could hardly stand and we took her to the vet and now she’s gone.
27th Street 
Very sad. So sorry to hear. And very nice post about her.
I was thinking about the day you were over to the place I had on Niagara and the Humane Society called to check up on Delia and make sure we followed through and had her spayed. For some reason I associate that time with the day we had that weird green booze. For all I know it might have been different years but in my memory those events are linked.
Sad day. Sounds like she was quite the character – lots of attitude but lots of love.
She was a very unusual cat. When I first got her she developed a habit of dragging her little mousey toys into her water dish so they could soak for the night. She also liked to eat with her paw…she would reach into the wet-food bowl, scoop up a paw-full and eat from her paw.
LOL I thought just my cat Anubis did that with his food. Their little corner in our kitchen is constantly coated in dried cat food juice and little day old crumbs.
I am so sorry. Delia was obviously a cat with loads of character who knew her own mind. My condolences.
thanks Barb