That cat was around a couple days ago *hangs head* No, Bill. I did not have a camera on me, but she sashayed up to Tim and wound around his legs a couple times and then came over to me to be held and petted. I set her gently back on the ground, and she walked into the open door of the house. I followed her. She sat waiting for me patiently at the top of the stairs. I climbed to the second floor and she went straight to the door of the third floor and began to try to nose it open. I opened it for her and she shot directly up the carpeted stairs and turned left. I went away, thinking to myself that she'd been in the house before. She knows the place. I wondered about her story, if she'd been abandoned by the previous owners. I went back outside and visited with Dave and Anna and Tim.
When it came time to close up and leave, lo, I could not find the cat. Anna helped me look. No sign of it, not anywhere. Tim laughed from outside. That cat had climbed out the window, on to the roof of the second floor porch, and then went to the side and leaped up on the third story roof, and was sauntering around having a cat's eye view of the world. She came when she was called, climbed back in the window, and came down stairs to sprawl lazily at Dave's feet for some more petting.
She really does act like she belongs, the furred royalty of that fine house.
In the midst of everything that has been going on, Tim's Uncle Chuck died suddenly, just a scant three weeks after his wife Ruby died. The funeral was yesterday. Tim's parents met him at the new house, and they rode together to the funeral, which was a 1 1/2 hour drive. Before they left, the cat checked up on things. When Tim's father saw the cat, he was quite taken with it. (It is a pretty creature.) He wanted to take it home.
It was Tim that told him no, that he couldn't have it. He told me about it that evening. "My father sure liked your cat," Tim said.
My cat. I like the sounds of that...
P.S. The cat's name is Booker C. I've long had a vision of sprawling on the couch in the library with a book in my hand, a purring cat on my lap, the gas log in the fireplace making a nice warmth.