After joining Sunflower for a breakfast-lunch yesterday, I was driving home when I saw a calico cat sitting in a yard alongside a woman who raked her autumn leaves. Not-withstanding the fact that I if I stopped it would interrupt my history of the Kracker Cats, what choice did I have?
I had to stop!
Dressed in a house robe, the lady looked at me curiously as I parked the car, got out, and walked toward her. The kitten looked at me, too. I wondered if it would be a scaredy cat, or a bold cat.
"Is your cat friendly?" I asked.
In answer it came bounding right up to me. It is hard to photograph a cat when it comes right up to you and wants to stay right there.
All you get is a blurry eye.
"Yes," the woman said. "She's friendly."
I learned that the calico's name is "Callie." I wonder where that name came from?
The woman got the cat from her daughter's mother-in-law. Her daughter's mother-in-law got the mother of Callie from the woman's own daughter who gave it to her as a special gift - kind of a family circle thing.
I asked the woman to tell me a special story about Callie, but maybe she felt odd, standing there in her house robe, going through a surprise interview about her calico on a fall day in Wasilla, Alaska, home of Vice-Presidential candidate Sarah Palin, because on this account her mind went blank.
"I can't think of any stories," she answered. "She's very friendly, and playful. She has a lot of energy."
Do you doubt it? Then take note of the leaf in front of her.
Callie comes from a line of cats who are born with broken tails, as were some of her siblings. If I understood this correctly, Callie herself has birthed a litter and kittens in it came out with broken tails. If I understand wrong, and it was not Callie who birthed this litter, then it was one of her close relatives.
Broken tails or not, you can betcha that these gosh-darn Wasilla cats sure do come out pretty. There's a wink for ya!