Kitty's Story
Kitty came into my life one freezing late December afternoon in 2003. As I sat at my kitchen table, busily plugging away at my high school Spanish homework, I heard a sound coming from the kitchen balcony - a meow. I looked up (or down, I suppose) to see a calico sitting outside the glass door. After a minute or so of head scratching, I concluded that she must have climbed up the balcony from my back yard. I let her in and let her feast on a hot dog that my toddler cousin had left over from his Christmas dinner.
During the following few weeks, the calico (whom I had affectionately named Kitty since I didn't know her real name), visited almost daily. She slept for hours in my father's reading chair and would sit, meowing by the front door whenever she wanted back outside. I assumed that Kitty must belong to someone. She was too friendly and beautifully colored to be a stray. But she did not have a collar. Determined to learn about Kitty's origins, I asked my neighbors if she belonged to any of them. When none claimed her, I decided that I would. After a visit to the veterinarian, I learned that Kitty had been fixed, which meant that she must have belonged to someone in the past, but no one in my neighborhood. It's almost as if her previous owner drove onto my street and abandoned her there. I'll never know for sure. What I do know is that I'm grateful that I was fortunate enough to find a kitty as sweet as Kitty, and that other animals (especially strays) out there need responsible loving people to welcome them into their homes.
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