I think she would be happy.

So, there is a neighborhood cat here.

She’s an outdoor cat and I’ll see her roaming about from time to time. She’s not wild, she’s just someone’s cat who lives outdoors.

Living in the outer burbs it’s amazing just how much wildlife there is. It’s not rare to see deer in the field across the street from the house and you also sometimes have evidence of other varmints around the trashcans too.

Getting back to this cat though – she stands out a bit because she’s an all white cat.

I’ll see her across the street in the field, sometimes she seems nested up in the high grass and because she’s white you can see her from far away. She roams through the neighborhood and in the past I have managed to coax her over for a prolonged stroking and petting session.

My neighbor arrived home once and was amazed I was able to get the cat to come over to me; apparently he couldn’t get her to do that.

So, yesterday I though I saw a white shape in the neighbor’s driveway and then today when I got up I looked out the front window and noticed a small figure making it’s way hastily up the sidewalk across the street, I knew who it was.

I went downstairs and opened the front door and starting making those sounds cat owners know far to well. The little creature came quickly in response (to even my surprise) and it was in fact the same small friend from almost two years ago. Although I say small, she’s almost two times the size of my departed Anna but, I know it was the same cat as before because she has one green eye and one blue eye.

She cried and offered the side of her face up for stroking. She arched her back asking to be scratched and I could do nothing but oblige. I quickly ducked into the house and opened a can of food and bought it down to watch as my feline acquaintance happily chowed down on the surprise repast purring mightily throughout. A little skittish of her surroundings, I soothed her the way I would soothe Anna by talking to her throughout lauding her for her appetite.

Afterward, there was more stroking and petting until I went in to have my morning coffee. I thought about Anna and was a little sad but I was happy to have done something nice for another creature and felt rewarded if only by the grateful purring I received in response, I think Anna would have been happy (although if she was still around I think she would have been extremely jealous).

I guess I’ve officially become one of those people now but I don’t care and it will have to suffice until I’m over Anna.