 Katie Cat  atie Cat came to me a scared, four-month-old kitten who'd been badly abused
by small children. (Her neck was shaved---bubblegum---and her whiskers had
been cut short.) I picked her from a selection of six cats only because she
wasn't at all attractive and I didn't think anybody would want her.
We were a couple of bachelor gals living it up (Katie often stayed up late watching Dr. Who while I dozed in the chair), but Katie was not really happy. She'd been used to living with other cats in her foster home, and I worked a lot of overtime. She let me know (by biting very hard) that she wanted company. So, after about six months, I got her a companion, Cori. The three of us lived happily together for ten years until I got married, and my husband brought his cats, Henry and Larry, to live with us. Kate's life was ruined! She survived for 22 months by hiding under the dining room table and sleeping with us to stay out of the reach of Henry, otherwise known as The Big Orange. Henry, much bigger than Kate (who had stubby legs and a short tail), would often lie in wait to "get her." (Oddly enough, we seem to have hundreds of pictures of them sleeping on the couch together, as each time it seemed a miracle.) Although Katie was rather a grumpy girl, I could only see her good side (or so says my husband who took to calling her Saint Kate). After we moved to a larger house, her life became her own again, and she even ventured into the basement---something she'd never do in the old house. We lost Katie just a month shy of her 15th birthday. I love all my cats, past and present, but Katie will always have a special place in my heart.
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