Edgar

When we were first married I saw an adorable kitten in front of our grocery store. It was free. I said to Sam that I would like to get the animal. He said: OK you can have the kitten or you can have me. It only took seconds for me to decide. But for fifty plus years we joked about my cat-less life and I told Sam that if he died before I did, I would go to the pound and get a cat on my way home from the funeral. Well, he did die, and I did get a kitten a few days later. The first Saturday Farmer's market after Sam died I saw a woman sitting spinning yarn. She had a basket at her feet, and in the basket were three kittens. One was black and white and when I held him I was at first so amazed at the heat I felt in my hand. He was so small that he fit perfectly into my hand. When I turned him a bit, I discovered that there were hundreds of black fleas on his white stomach. I could not put him back in his basket. After visiting the pet store I took him home where he met Cap our two year old Brittany. The fur stood up on the back of the cat and he made a treathening sound and so he was named. He was an Edgar Allen Poe cat. He and Cap saved me from years of misery of missing Sam.