My Favorite Cat
I was thinking of Kirby a manx cat we had several years back. We were living in Southeast Alaska at the time and had purchased Kirby from a breeder in the Seattle area. Kirby was a friendly kitty with beautiful orange and white patches. When I went to the airport to pick him up he had already made several friends.
Kirby was not your typical kitty, he had a strange fascination with water and as such would hop up on the bathroom counter to watch me shave every morning. Kirby loved to play fetch and every evening I would find a piece of paper, roll it up and toss it onto the floor. Like a champion retriever he would jump off the couch fetch the little ball and bring it back to me only to repeat the effort several times over. There were times Kirby would see his reflection in the sliding glass door; he would arch his back and repeatedly sidestep and slam his body into his reflection until he grew bored. Kirby was a very social cat who would follow you around the house and spend the evening laying next to you. I miss Kirby and think often of the love and laughter he brought to our family.
