Thursday, May 12, 2016
Six or eight months before Judy died, we lost our last cat, Sam. He was black as Midnight (only you old folks will even have a chance at guessing why the's a capital "M") and totally crazy, but we loved him. For the first time in 30 years or so, we were without a cat in the house. Because of Judy's condition, we decided that it would be best not to get another one, and after she died, I didn't feel like getting a pet. I probably never would have, because I figured sooner or later, when the time was right, one would appear. That's how it's always worked before. Of all the cats we've had, only one was a deliberate choice. So I wasn't too surprised when Keanu showed up the other day. What a cutie. He hasn't filled up the hole in my heart, but he's moved in and taken up residence in a little part of it.