In December 1997 a cold & rainy day, my daughter and I went to pick up a prescription. When I got out of the car, there was a lady shooing this black & white cat away from the automatic door - he was trying to get in. As I approached the door he turned, looked at me as if to say - there you are! He came right to me. I picked him up gave him to my daughter to hold while I got the medicine. I was concerned about our dogs reacting to him. But I carried him in and he became the dogs' cat.
He is very dignified, a tuxedo cat with a white stripe wrapping around one leg with a multitude of white whiskers - like Koko in the Cat Who books. He knocks on the door when he wants in. If he wants out he will sit on the arm of my chair - look at me - look at the door - until I get up and let him out. But if it is raining, cold, or a storm is coming I won't let him and I shake my head and say no. He gives this little sigh, as if he needs to work on my training. Or I open the door and show him that is it raining and he gives me this look like "Can't you fix this?".
When we found him we thought Mr. Kitty a female since he had no dangling parts and would not let you touch his stomach - and he is quite fluffy. Years later - he decided to have a bath on the coffee table and was washing his "parts" in full view, so we had to change his name from Miss Kitty to Mr Kitty.
Eustis, FL
