Okay, one cat story for today (at this rate I probably have enough for a full year.) In the early 80's I adopted a street savy calico who came to my front door heavy laden with kittens. I found homes for all the little ones (6 in all) and named the mother Quilt because her colors were laid out in beautiful patches. She was very intelligent and devoted to me. Now, few people outside of family who actually heard this believe me, but she would awaken me every morning by getting up in my face and saying, plain as a human, my given name DARLENE loud enough to wake me up. I swear! When asked what she wanted to eat she would respond TENDER VITTLES! As I mentioned she was a very friendly female and made stops all over the neighborhood for treats and loving. One young couple down the street asked me many times if they could have her for their own, but I always politely declined. Well, Quilt came up missing that summer and as I inquired arond the neighborhood, I learned that the young couple had moved to CA. I have no doubt that they took my Quilt with them, but then that is better then some of the things that could have happened to her. . . .
So long for tonite. Another day another cat tail.
So long for tonite. Another day another cat tail.