A couple of weeks ago, my girlfriend was on her way home (she & I live together) and a gorgeous little calico kitten followed her -- literally followed her (and no, my girlfriend hadn't rubbed catnip on her shoes, ha ha).
Well, we took "mugshot" photos and posted signs all over the neighborhood (we live in a residential neartown community in Houston) and we also posted the pic on a couple of "lost pet" websites. The cat had no collar but she was apparently well fed and clean, and was not at all frightened when humans tried to pet her, and so we assumed that someone would phone.
Well, nobody called, so we've adopted Callie. Our current cat, Bobby, was pretty jealous for a few days but now they're pals, and play cat games like Tag You're It, Hide and Seek, and Jump onto my Stomach at 3am. Here's Callie:
Bobby's not impressed, ha ha:
So, with a tip of the cat to Cleveland Amory, we've got a Cat Who Came For Christmas.
Callie has taken to crashing out nights atop my feet in the bed. I shoo her if she gets too active -- no way I can sleep when my feet are being used as a grooming station, eh?
Today I chatted with my girlfriend and we agreed: What a wonderful Christmas present for us, a beautiful, lively, and loving little calico. And what a fine gift to her, too -- no more cold lonely nights, no more hunger or thirst, no fear of large dogs or cars, plenty of love and toys to play with, and 2 humans who love her.
Of course I still miss my beloved RJ (RB) who left me behind after 17 years of friendship. But there's cycle of life, and we've got a gorgeous calico kitty as a great Christmas gift, certainly fitting for the season.