A couple of months ago a stray cat wandered into our neighborhood. He was strong and orange and friendly and pretty soon he wasn't going hungry. Jo took him down to the shelter to get him scanned in case he was chipped - but he wasn't. So Orange Kitty became a regular fixture around the homes where he collectively lived. This morning, he meowed at our bedroom doors at dawn and was at the front door when I let Abe out. Abe and he didn't get along. They screamed and snarled at each other.
On the way back from dinner tonight we discovered Orange Kitty's still form on the sidewalk on 45th street. He must have been hit by a car and then someone had laid his body out on the sidewalk as nicely as he could. He was still warm. We called Robbe - who had put a collar or two on Orange Kitty and fed him frequently. And in the moonlight we buried Orange Kitty in the yard under a big pecan tree.
Vivian would see him and say "Orange Kitty"! Will she wonder what happened to him...?
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