Saturday mornings I was always the first person up in our house.
I would go down to the kitchen, fix my cereal and watch
cartoons. And that was my plan this Saturday, as I descended
the stairs and pushed open the door to the kitchen. There
was this huge black cat, right there in our kitchen!

"HEY!," I screamed (and I was normally quiet), "What are you
doing in here!" Then I heard footsteps upstairs, and
"Its OK- he's ours!" - my Dad- I guess I sounded ready to toss
this cat out the dutch door to the outside...
So much for the big surprise for my sister...My parents had
gotten this cat from a friend who had found it and not
gotten a response to an ad in the paper.

He was a beautiful creature- his hair was long, he moved with
the most graceful of cats, and was aloof as any. Not very
friendly. Except when hungry. But he was a wonder to me. I
didn't like him much, but I loved to see him, to feel his
presence. And as he grew older, he became somewhat
friendlier, so that when he disappeared at 16, as
mysteriously (to me)as he appeared, I did miss him.

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