Just a sweet story

I took the garbage out to the trash can in the garage Sunday, and
noticed a black cat walking determinedly up my driveway, about 100
feet from street to garage. There are a couple of cats in the
neighborhood, but I don't remember seeing this one before.

I was in sandals, and this cat started rolling on the ground and
rubbing its head on my toes, then stood up and rubbed against my
shins. Not being made of stone, of course I scratched it and petted
it.

After a few minutes I sat on the nearby steps and the mutual
affection society went on, with purring at increasing volume. I would
have loved to give it a home, but it must have a home because it
*clearly* had not missed any meals lately. It was declawed (all four
feet), so I wonder if it may have been an indoor cat that got out
that day.

It was just a really nice 15 minutes. My own Dexter died in 1997
(kidney failure) and since then I've been catless for one reason or
another, so this was a special treat for me.

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"The Internet is famously powered by the twin engines of
bitterness and contempt." -- Nathan Rabin, /The Onion/
Stan Brown, Oak Road Systems, Tompkins County, New York, USA
http://OakRoadSystems.com/