Sophia first came to me on a very miserable, icy, and unhappy February evening in 2004. She was on the front step when I opened the door to go out and get the mail after work. She walked into the house and looked around. She said 'hi' to Tinkerbelle, my Pomeranian, who seemed to take right to her and then walked out again. The next day after work when I opened the front door again she was there and came in for the second time. On this occasion she did not leave. We had a serious conversation, or the equivalent thereof, after which I fully understood that she is cat and I am staff and that's how it is. A friend of mine from the next block stopped by a few weeks later and recognized her as the cat she had come to know and had been feeding in her garage after a neighbor couple moved and had dumped her. Sophia was strictly an indoor cat from then on and I often called her 'the Grand Duchess' because of her regal bearing and insistence that I follow the rules. When I took her to the vet he said she was just at 2 years of age and since I did not know her real birthday I made two years prior to the day she came as her birthday. |
One of her favorite pastimes was chasing newts (little lizards that occasionally invade my house)and taking over most of the bed at night but that, of course, was her right and I'd give anything to be sleeping hugging the edge with her luxuriously stretched out sideways. So many more memories!