For my 200th post on this blog, here's a picture of a cat.
The month before Halloween, Tehya my Pretty Kitty developed a severe case of lung cancer and I didn't realize it until it was too late the week before.
It had been two years since I lost Page my Silly Kitty to skin cancer, the Monday before Thanksgiving.
On Halloween night, sitting around my apartment complex - in an empty place - wondering where all the trick-or-treaters were, I hear this meowing. At the base of the stairs was this little kitten, clearly hungry, wanting attention and food and love.
With nothing else to do, I raced out to Publix for packets of cat food, paper plates to put 'em, and put the food out.
A trio of cats emerged from the bushes to partake, and before I knew it me and my neighbors had settled into taking care of two cats, the meowy kitten and an older (by a year) grey cat. Both of them were literally skin and bones. We fatted them up and they were content.
The black-and-white kitten quickly grew brave and learned to race up the stairs to my apartment, and finagled his/her way in past the door to check my place out and recognize I had cat toys still about, and got to wiggling about on the floor contented and purring.
After more than a month of doing this and finding out no one else had reported a missing kitten or twelve, of figuring out the poor things were most likely abandoned - ferals are NEVER this friendly - and in need of a home, noting I only had the budget for one cat to join me, I succumbed to the inevitable that the kitten I had nicknamed Wiggle was my cat, and took him/her today to the vet to proceed adopting it.
The nurses told me Wiggle was a girl cat.
Wiggle is more nickname than name. I needed a good girl cat name. The nurses suggested I get one from a book.
My smartphone has ebooks on it. I opened up my Nook reader and the first book up was by Neil Gaiman.
Her name is now Ocean. If you've read Neil's book, you'd know why.
My Wiggle Cat.