by Chris Sorrenti
My parents had what might be best described as a long-haired Tabby,
though Mom always referred to her as a Coon.
One of the best imho, temperment-wise...affectionate but not demanding,
as some cats get to be.
A 'rescue' so to speak.
Mom found her as a kitten, rolled up in a ball on their back deck,
in the pouring rain one morning.
Couldn’t tell at first what it was;
maybe a baby raccoon separated from its mother?
A combination of Destiny, Providence, and Nine Lives, you might say.
She and my parents’ Lhasa Apso, Banjo,
and years later their Golden Retriever, Jazz,
soon became friends.
The name my mother gave her can be found at the top of the page.
Revised © 2018, 2019
Photo © 1995 by author
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Posted on 03/21/2018
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