My dear, sweet (and funny) cousin Judy sent me this personal story.
A friend of Judy’s (we’ll call her Frieda) had a cat who belonged to her late husband. It is not unusual for people to have a special bond with a pet who represents the last connection to a deceased spouse. Eventually Frieda’s cat joins her husband in Heaven and she makes the decision to have no more pets.
A mere two weeks pass, and Frieda finds herself at the local humane shelter, looking at cats. She wanted a gray cat, but no gray ones were available. There was, however, a litter of six kittens, all white. She chose one, and the shelter personnel separated that one so that it could have neuter surgery before it was adopted.
That night, the rest of the litter mysteriously died.
Frieda says that God sent her to save that one kitten.
No, you guessed it, that’s not the end of the story!
The very next day the phone rings. It’s the shelter staff. A cute gray cat was surrendered for adoption!
Somehow, Frieda says, that darn car of hers headed back out to the shelter, and now she has two cats!
Ahh, the stories we pet lovers tell!
See you tomorrow, Dr. Randolph.