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All Calico wanted was a warm lap, a bowl of tuna, chin scratches, and a sunny spot for a nap.
She rubbed against the bars and looked sadly at the young woman.
Soon she was in the woman’s lap and away from the shelter. The lady called her Patches, but Calico could live with that.
(Photo note: The photo is of my cat Patches. I added the bars digitally. Patches was not adopted from a shelter like my fictional cat, but was the daughter of Calico, a pregnant stray who adopted us. Unlike her long-haired daughter, short-haired Calico loved to be petted, but she hated to be picked up, always retaining some of her feral instincts. Patches was a sweet and lovable girl who loved to sit on our laps. Both eventually succumbed to illnesses in old age. Calico's all-white son, Mr. Snowball, survived them both, but eventually died, too. Now we have only one cat, Lunette. You can read about her HERE.)
(©2009, C.J. Peiffer)