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!


  1. Pearl R. Meaker

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


    • 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!


      • Pearl R. Meaker

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


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