Tales of the White Cat
This has been a nice fall so far. The weather in Washington, DC usually bounces up and down — gets really cold, then gets really hot, and then everyone gets sick. It’s been cool, with the wind a bit gusty, like nature knows it has to come along and blow the leaves off the trees. Not much in the color changes yet though.
So I went out early in the morning for a walk around the neighborhood. The gray squirrels were busy digging at the grass with their tiny paws and burying nuts. Up ahead of me, I saw this flash of white on the street: A cat.
Okay, I definitely wanted to stop and pet the cat and say hi. I figured the cat wouldn’t go near me. You know how cats can be. I kept walking on the sidewalk and calling to the cat. He disappeared for a moment, and I figured he’d gone under a car.
One of the squirrels darted in front of me, so I stopped and waited for him to finish his squirrel business.
Four houses away, the cat appeared on the sidewalk and headed for me. At a cat walk. Not the slinky walk cats have when they’re not in a hurry. It was more of a fast walk, like when food is coming out.
So I stood there and waited, and the cat trotted right up to me with some serious head bumping, and his engine got started right away. He was a bit chunky for a cat, but had feathery white fur. Very soft. He got some serious spoiling, and we both enjoyed every minute of it!