Linda Maye Adams

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!

3 Comments

  1. Pearl R. Meaker

    How wonderful that the cat came to you! You must be a “cat person.” 🙂

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    • When I was a kid, we went to Morro Bay to visit my grandparents. My grandfather hated cats, so he had really bite his tongue when my brother and I went outside and this white cat. We started petting the cat, and suddenly we were surrounded by all the neighborhood cats!

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      • Pearl R. Meaker

        Yep, the cats know a cat person when the sense one. 🙂 Kinda hard on your grandfather though. 😉

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